“Don’t get me wrong, man. I know that ostensibly it sounds gay, but it’s a cool game.”

“For the last time – no. I won’t play ‘just the head’ with you, you giant minge.”

Jason sighed and shook his head, unwilling to pander to Mike’s latest advance. They’d been friends for a long time – having met sophomore year at Brown in a societal theory lecture. They were the only two people laughing during the topic “9-11 and CHANGE,” after Mike had kept making the same stupid Bowie joke every time the professor said “changes.”

Weak, admittedly… but this was about two months after the towers, so yeah. Mike was always… there, that way. Stupid humor, but also… kind of ingenious. Kind of daring.

“Grow up, douchefabulous person. I’m talking about implementing that Asteroids knock-off in the next episode.”

“I knew that, Mike — I was answering your question from later tonight.”

“Hardy ****ing harr, jackbum. Seriously though – asteroids?”

Sometimes, just sometimes, Jason wished that Mike would grow up… But really, he couldn’t help but smile. Mike had always been there for him – a real bro. The two finished up their drinks – Jason had ordered a double mocha chai decaf (soy milk, his stomach was just a bit sensitive) while Mike, ****ing Michael, had told the barista “surprise me.” The end result of that was usually something mundane like a hot chocolate (with spit in it)... but he loved hot chocolate anyway.

The two got in Jason’s Previa, and started to drive back to the office, rocking out to the ballads of journey that Mike had handpicked for their little morning-meeting commutes. For a couple of “infantile twits” (as Sandy Burkess had noted when she broke up with Mike – ****ing lesbo) the boys had done alright. They both worked for a company they’d started right out of college with a few friends. Together they made internet games and some bumorted humor media on the web – granted, they hadn’t blown up like the Onion or anything, but these young men did quite alright for themselves. “Crotch Zombie,” they called it, after an old in-joke dating back to a LAN party they’d thrown around the release of Half-Life 2.

“Back to the grind, right old chum?” Jason chuckled as he nudged his pal with a wink and a faux-knowing elbow.

“God, Jason! Always with the bumsex. Could you cool down for just a minute, male reproductive organs McGee?” Mike zinged in return.

The two laughed, and Jason began to open the doors to the office… but as he began to turn the key, he noticed that the door had already been unlocked.

“Did… were they going to pull an all-nighter to finish balancing the emo buffs last night?” Jason male reproductive organed his head to the side slightly, hoping to have his worried allayed.

“I thought they pulled an all-nighter to finish glazing your face last night, stud.” Mike replied, snarky as ever. “That ****ing cleaning lady we hired probably came early, man. Don’t bust your ****.”

“Yeah, probably… just… she was supposed to lock back up after she came in, right?”

“Sure. She was also supposed to have a greencard, but we both know how that goes.”

They laughed. Once again one of Mike’s clever jokes had diffused an otherwise intolerable situation. God, he was cute sometimes… Jason would’ve thought, if he was gay. He wasn’t, though. He… wasn’t. The two made their way to the elevator, up to 6th… and strode happily by the rows of cubicles towards the conference room. Joking aside, they still had some prep-work to do for this morning’s meeting and-

...

From across the hall, the two stopped dead. The light was ON.

“Mike?”

“No jokes, man. I’ll call security…”

“Hold- holdup. I wanna get a closer look…”

They crept closer to the office, trying to stay crouched close to the wall. Mike was fumbling with his iphone, trying to call security, but rattled, he kept sliding it too hard to work the damn thing. As they got close enough to see through the office’s side window, they could see just inside. A woman, bent over a table, struggling and violently pounding at her was… wait… was… Spider-Man?

“Oh****oh****oh****…”

“Someone’s being ****ing raped in our ****ing office, Jesus ****ing ****, man, ****ing… ****! What do we do, Jason?”

“Call ****ing security, I’m going to slam the door open, see if I can surprise th-”

“Are you ****ing insane, man? The guy’s a ****ing serial nutjob. He broke into an office dressed like ****ing Spider-Man, and now I he’s raping the cleaning lady!”

“Mike… run – get security. NOW!”

“Jason… I don-”

Jason put a hushed finger to Mike’s lips, then he pulled him in, and kissed him, pbumionately. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline, maybe it was the weirdness of the situation, but… jesus. Years of emotion flowed out, and Mike reciprocated, the two locked in a burning miasma of tongue and saliva for what seemed like an eternity… before Jason gently pulled away.

“Mike, I’m sorry, I…”

“Sorry… that you didn’t tell me sooner?”

Tears in his eyes, Jason smiled… and Mike smiled back, that male reproductive organy douchebag grin.

“I love you, Michael… I always have.”

“I love you too Jason, you… GIANT fabulous person! SURPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!!!”

The door to the office swung open, as the man in the Spider-Man suit leaned in to get a better view with the camcorder he’d been holding on them through the office window.

“How do I shot gay, ****?”

“ROBIN. You ****ing BASTARD. You manipulative, evil ****ing…”

“Trout?”

Robin stuck his tongue out as he thrust his Spider-bulge in Jason’s face.

“Jesus, do you know how much I had to pay Lupita to help me set that up?” He laughed, as the flustered cleaning lady nodded politely and ran out of the room at top speed. “Seriously, though. God Jay… I can’t believe what a fabulous person you are. Awesome.”

“So… what, what now? Is this blackmail? Are you guys going to tell my parents tha-”

“Going to what?!?” Mike interjected. “Dude, this is fantastic ****ing news. I’m seriously totally gay for you.”

“Oh no, you’re… wait. What?”

“It’s true,” Robin continued. “Actually, I should be pretty ****ed. I totally lost a bet, here. I mean, I always thought that ‘Jalapeno Bootyhole’ was a pseudonym, not a descriptor. God, you a ****ing furry, too?”

“Ease up on him, Trout. You’re buying us lunch, after all.”

Jason sat there, dazed, his heart still pounding. “I don’t understand… why the Spider-Man outfit?”

“Oh… Rob just wanted to **** with Lupita’s head.”

“Yeah. If you want to work here, please type “I am not easily offended!”” Rob quipped, with a chuckle.

“But seriously Jay… I’ve always loved you too. I accidentally called Spidey over here about everything last month. I was drunk as a ****ing sorority girl, and started just blurting out how gay I was for you… and he’s been riding my bum about it for weeks-”

“Figuratively – don’t get jealous now.” Robin interjected.

“So all this was…”

“Well, I had to see if you felt the same way, and this crazy **** over here wanted to make a bet of it. So… here we are.”

“Wow… just… ****, man. You could’ve just told me. I mean, it would’ve been weird but not… this ****. Jesus.”

“Alright, kids… let’s go grab that lunch and afterwards… **** it. Take the afternoon off. Jason, you’re stressed as hell here, Mike, you go help him relieve some of that tension.”

Robin smiled at his friends, as they all headed to the elevator… same as it ever was. Jason and Mike laughing – now hand-in hand, Robin striding behind them. The boys had come a long way since college, alright.

Of course… Robin now knew what he had to do. He smiled and they all laughed, but then… just under his breath… he plotted:

“He was mine, Jason. You wormy little ****ing fabulous person… he was MINE!”

...!

THE END?

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One time there was a very handsome young man named Futanari-moe. He was uber kawaii and all of the men women and shemales wanted to suck on his nine inch male reproductive organ.But one day his beautiful women fetish got the best of him. This is his story.

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Futanari-moe grew up in a small town. he would often wet his bed, set fire to kittens and hogtie his grandmother, evil trout, and forced his siblings to lick her wet woman's genitals. He tried ****ing his grandmother but due to his being 7 and being sexually impotent he was not able to. Later on when he was walking through a forest behind a suburb he found a young boy named LittleBilly2316. He dragged him away and forced him to caress his genitals with his tongue and made him pleasure his bum. This caused Futanari to orgasm for the first time and he blew seven loads of all different colors in LittleBilly2316’s mouth. LittleBilly2316 later recovered his ptsd with shock therepy.

In his teens futanari was constantly tripping balls on a male reproductive organtail of acid, vicodin, and pcp. He believed his mother was controlling his mind. He would rarely bathe and frequently appear nude in front of strangers. He would board up his room and fap to simpsons porn while playing BattleThreadz. When he was finished he would crawl out a hole dug through his closet and pee down into an Old Lady’s apartment downstairs. His friends and family would soon give up and leave him.

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Futanari had severe hypochondria. He would often walk into Bruce Bear’s home complaining of woman's genitalsl and rectal prolapse.”My Uterus is falling out!” he exclaimed. He believed his bumhole was swallowing his body so he shaved his bum hairs and watched his bumhole for the majority of the day to make sure it wouldn’t eat him. He shoved pineapples up his bum so he would get vitamin C and his great times would taste good. He believed his own seminal and rectal excretions were the only safe food to eat so “it should taste like pinapple!” His auto fellatio and excrement gorging days came to a halt when he discovered the delicious taste of furry blood. He took a man dressed as a rabbit home, known as THE_**** online, and yiffed him until sunrise. Then he subsequently cut off his genitals and drank the majority of his blood. He saved a pint to inject himself with.

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Futanari is found in his apartment drenched in the blood of many furries later on. He is brought to Dr. Jojos secret and ill funded mental hospital where he stare silently at a young nurse name Yuriko-chan. He would drool watching her eat eggs and bacon with breadcrumbs on top. They later found Futanari covered in blood. “I cut myself, like an emo,” he said. The hospital staff later found baby corpses hanging by their intestines outside Futanari’s window. He had been using a fishing pole to catch them and would kill them and eat their hearts. He believed tose babies would have killed him in the future on account of the fact he raped them all.

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He is given smileprin HCI and later released. His mother was a saiyantologist and believed that medication is detrimental to his power level. The neighbors babies and furries go missing and Futanari continues a diet of intestines and blood. He later walked into Ophelias house and cuts her open ate her Tumorous liver and drinks her blood. Then he killed a small child, ate his brains, and sucks the blood out of the childs neck like a straw. Then he makes the dead body ride him reverse cowgirl style in a hole cut in the boy’s stomach. He then killed a pregnant women in front of her husband, who arrests him. Futanari ate the fetus on the way to the police station.

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In jail he explained how he needed to drink blood for his grandma evil-trout. The nazis had her and the bottom of the soap dish was sticky meaning the nazi ufo was nearby. So he drank blood which is not detectable by nazis. He ate the fetus so he could grow wings and chase the UFO and rescue evil trout. Although his efforts were in vain because Evil-Trout was in Bill Clinton’s basement having tickle fights with other attractive young GILFs.

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Largehardoncollider Posted:

I will add illustrations later

You better…Also, bump.

Deaths-Mbumacre Posted:

hello

Why howdy there.

Also, bump.

quangntenemy Posted:

I’m entering with “Diary of a troll hero” part 1 and 2

http://www.forumwarz.com/discussions/view_post/255010

http://www.forumwarz.com/discussions/view_post/25624

Not exactly what I’m looking for. Whatev.

Also, bump.

{{Holy ******** I went over the limit. But it was for the sake of good smut.}}

Patch was laid down on his stomach, on his bed with Theo. THE_****’s real name was Theo ****ake, which was quite amusing to Patch. But he was thinking of something else. He looked backwards, smiling up at Theo. ”...I want you to **** me… I want this as much as you.”

That was all Theo needed to hear. That Patch wanted this as much as he did. Which was hardly believable. Theo wanted this VERY much. So much. He didn’t think anyone wanted anything as much as he wanted this right now.

Theo’s mind was clouded with lust and anticipation. The throbbing in his lower regions was almost painful now. He needed to be inside Patch. He really did. He’d work out all the complications later. His job, INCIT. None of it mattered right now. Nothing but him and Patch mattered right now.

Theo waited a minute, trying to make Patch’s opening as loose as possible. Then he withdrew his fingers from him. The air nipped at them, leaving them feeling cold after having been inside Patch’s warm body. Theo actually shivered, from the cold, from the anticipation, from seeing Patch shiver occasionally.

He grabbed his male reproductive organ and led it easily to Patch’s bum, finding the hole, he positioned just outside. The tip of it teasing the rim of Patch’s small cavern. Theo then grabbed Patch’s small hips and just as he started to press inside he pulled Patch’s hips up too, impaling him with his rather large male reproductive organ.

It was slow, even with all the lubrication. Theo was just so damn small. So ****ing small. A small moan escaped Theo’s lips at the sensation. His throbbing male reproductive organ entered Patch. Patch’s body seemed to squeeze him, the fit was very very tight. He groaned at the sensations. His male reproductive organ was begging him, deeper, and deeper he went. He went into Patch all the way, buried deep in his soft and warm taunt flesh. It was like Heaven.

It took all of Theo’s willpower to not start ****ing him immediantly. He was crazy with lust. It was then that he realized that he hadn’t been paying much attention to Patch’s reaction to all this. He looked down at Patch with dark hazy eyes to bumess his take.

“Patch?” He gasped out, his voice husky and controlled. God, he was in bliss.

Patch let out a loud hiss in pain the second Theo’s male reproductive organ was inside of him. It was almost as painful as the first time. There was just a hot, large feeling deep within him. And it was amazing.

He was whimpering and moaning all at once. What started as a moan ended as a whimper. It would be difficult to tell which from which, but this was normal. He knew that it would hurt like this with any kind of man. “F-f-ff****…” he groaned, feeling his innards begin to shift around a little bit. There was a stretching that was ever-so painful and pleasuring all at once.

He looked up at Theo, hearing his concerned voice. It was surprising, knowing that Theo really did care about him. “Nnhaahhh… I’m… f-f-fine…” he said, before he bit into his pillow. It hurt so ****ing much, but it felt so good. ”..n..n..’nother minute…” he said, sounding rather pained. But it was definitely good for him too. “Th-then we’ll take it slow..”

Theo looked down at Patch, waiting for him to answer him, to say something. Did he want him to stop, did he want him to continue? What did he want him to do? Theo knew what he wanted, but he refrained. He could feel his steroid instincts inside him. Wanting to **** Patch right now. He ignored them though, pushing them back.

If it had been anyone else he probably would have said, screw it, and given in too.

Theo looked down at Patch’s sleek body and watched as he turned his head back to look up at him. He listened to the pain in his words that contradicted what he was saying. He winced at seeing him bite the pillow roughly. Theo let his hands glide over his cold back, soothingly, adding sensation.

He waited a minute or so, the entire time trying not to move or jostle Patch at all. His male reproductive organ was pulsing inside him though, eager to began.

“Okay, I’m going to s-start.” Theo said, anticipation and desire dripping from his words. He had waited longer then a minute. “If you want me to stop just say so.” His voice was husky.

Theo grabbed his hips again, holding him firmly and possessively. He slowly began to pull back, trying not to move too quickly at first, lest he hurt Patch. Then be began to thrust back into him, as gently as he could manage under the heat he felt in his loins and the pure burning intensity that was settled in his shaft. He repeated what he did, trying to get Patch’s body used to it.

He groaned. God. Anyone else that he had ****ed before didn’t compare to this.

Patch simply lay underneath Theo’s mbumive body, panting. He knew his body could take it, but he would have to wait for a while. For a minute, he looked up and gave Theo an extremely loving smile. He wanted Theo to feel like there was no danger in this. There really wasn’t, though. The worst the could happen was Patch would bleed inside a little bit, but there was no possibility for danger that was permanent.

He looked down again, nodding at Theo. The large male reproductive organ inside of him slowly began to pull back out of him, causing Patch to gasp out into the room’s silence. “Nnhaaaa…” he moaned, this time out of more pleasure than pain. Luckily, the pain was beginning to subside. “F-f-**** me…”

His hips moved forward, and then backwards with each hesitant thrust. It felt and hurt so good…

The breathy response to Theo’s motions only excited Theo even more. He complied and was even slightly more encouraged when Patch started to move his hips along with him. The pain couldn’t be that bad if Patch was actively participating now. Although Theo knew there would be some pain still.

Theo’s smooth thrusts began to pick up speed and power. Each time he pulled back he’d go back inside the warm cavern of Patch’s body a little deeper. It felt so damn good. So warm and tight. He was finally inside Patch again.

“God. You’re so damn tight.” Theo growled, his voice full of pleasure.

He wanted Patch to feel as much pleasure as he was feeling though, with no pain.

Of course, that wasn’t possible. Patch knew he wouldn’t feel nearly as much pleasure that Theo was feeling. Theo was just so… big. Considering how tight Patch was, he knew that it felt amazing to Theo. “T-tight? Heh…” he said, laughing slightly. He knew that he had one way for him to feel more pleasure.

He raised a quivering hand, and pulled one of Theo’s hands towards Patch’s own crotch. He made Theo grab hold of his manhood, then stroke him slightly. It felt amazing, and he could do nothing but simply be a good **** to Theo. He thrusted his hips onto Theo’s throbbing erection, and then into his hand.

But he suddenly let out a very loud moan. “Omifuuuaaaaahhhhcking god…” he moaned, feeling Theo slam into Patch’s prostate. It felt amazing. “DoitagainohmygodPLEASE.” He wanted more, and more, and more. He loved Theo being inside of him.

Theo was so lost in his waves of pleasure that he hardly felt the quivering hand tugging on his. Then he realized it and looked down at Patch as he thrust into him. He felt Patch pull his hand down to his manhood and press it there. Instantly Theo felt a slight pang of guilt. He should have done that sooner, but he had been so absorbed in his own pleasure and feelings.

Regardless he wrapped his fingers around Patch’s male reproductive organ and stroked him in time with each thrust. He squeezed his fingers tighter and then would loosen them.

Just then he heard Patch moan really loud. It send shivers down Theo’s spine, making him go faster. He felt the building pressure inside him. So, Patch liked that, did he? Theo knew he had hit his prostate. So, he did the only thing he could do. He did it again, pulling back then thrusting in deeply. This time he rubbed his thumb over the tip of Patch’s shaft as he did it.

Theo growled, he was coming close to great timesming soon and he had a feeling that if he kept hitting Patch’s prostate then he would be too.

Patch’s needy moans did not subside at all. He moaned Theo’s name a few times, asking for him to **** him, over and over again. He was glad that Theo finally grabbed hold of his erection, making the whole experience much more pleasurable. “Oh god, Theo…” he moaned once more, before looking back at Theo’s face.

He was rocking back and forth now, enjoying this immensely. “**** me… please…”

But he shivered, feeling his sweat get cool. The emotions… the feelings… the sensations… it was just so much, and it was overwhelming. “Pleeeasee…”

Looking back at Theo, before biting into the pillow. “Harder…”

Right now, while lost in the moment, should Patch have asked Theo to stay with him then Theo would have promised him with forever and meant that one word too. If he could be like this, with Patch, forever then he would. This was just the best feeling in the world. Hearing Patch moan his name, feeling him tight around him, knowing that Patch was now enjoying it as much as Theo was. It was all just so GOOD.

Theo looked down, as Patch looked back at him, and watched his face as he ****ed him. Right now he loved Patch. He probably wouldn’t feel as strongly about it after he got over his lustful feelings and came, but right this moment he did.

“Paaaaatch.” Theo hissed. He was so close to great timesming. He could feel it, building up inside him. He wanted Patch to great times first though.

When Patch told him to go harder he didn’t have to be told twice. He went harder. Deeper. Faster. Lust was clear in his eyes. His hand went faster on Patch’s shaft. Yes, Theo went harder.

“God, Patch.” Theo groaned.

Theo was going to get his wish. Since Theo was older, more experienced, and more seasoned, he was likely to great times after Patch. “Theeeeoooo…” he moaned, looking up into his eyes. ”...Iloveyouso****ingmuchohmygod…” he said, almost incomprehensibly. It was still likely that Theo would still understand what he said. He hadn’t ever actually said that he loved Theo before. But he did, right now and right then. He loved him so much.

“Theo!” he called, his entire body clenching up. His insides practically crushed against Theo’s mbumive male reproductive organ in midthrust, causing him to slam into his prostate one last time. He moaned loudly again, and then came.

He moaned the entire time, spurting great times all over the sheets.

Theo heard him moan and then say something else that was incoherent afterwards. Theo thought he caught the word love but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t really care too much about it right then either because he was so close to great timesming. So ****ing close. His male reproductive organ was throbbing and burning. The pressure was intense.

Just then Patch tensed up, and then came all over the bed. Theo still thrusted into him, and stroked his manhood, letting him ride the orgasm out. The moaning and feeling Patch’s insides clench down on his male reproductive organ made Theo come not a minute later. He growled out Patch’s name roughly, his voice husky and as he came he thrust into him a few more times.

When he was finished he felt oddly sedated. Theo withdrew from Patch, satisfyed. He looked down at him and smiled, a genuine smile. He flopped down on the bed next to him and wrapped an arm around him lazily, pulling Patch to his chest a bit possessively.

“Mine.” He whispered into his ear as he tugged him closer and pressed a chaste kiss to his neck.

Patch smiled, and let Theo hold him. “I love you.”

Theo twitched. “YOU’RE A MONSTROUS HOMOfabulous person…. Sorry. I mean.. I love you, too.”

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One time there was a very handsome young man named Futanari-moe. He was uber kawaii and all of the men women and shemales wanted to suck on his nine inch male reproductive organ.But one day his beautiful women fetish got the best of him. This is his story.

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Futanari-moe grew up in a small town. he would often wet his bed, set fire to kittens and hogtie his grandmother, evil trout, and forced his siblings to lick her wet woman's genitals. He tried ****ing his grandmother but due to his being 7 and being sexually impotent he was not able to. Later on when he was walking through a forest behind a suburb he found a young boy named LittleBilly2316. He dragged him away and forced him to caress his genitals with his tongue and made him pleasure his bum. This caused Futanari to orgasm for the first time and he blew seven loads of all different colors in LittleBilly2316’s mouth. LittleBilly2316 later recovered his ptsd with shock therepy.

In his teens futanari was constantly tripping balls on a male reproductive organtail of acid, vicodin, and pcp. He believed his mother was controlling his mind. He would rarely bathe and frequently appear nude in front of strangers. He would board up his room and fap to simpsons porn while playing BattleThreadz. When he was finished he would crawl out a hole dug through his closet and pee down into an Old Lady’s apartment downstairs. His friends and family would soon give up and leave him.

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Futanari had severe hypochondria. He would often walk into Bruce Bear’s home complaining of woman's genitalsl and rectal prolapse.”My Uterus is falling out!” he exclaimed. He believed his bumhole was swallowing his body so he shaved his bum hairs and watched his bumhole for the majority of the day to make sure it wouldn’t eat him. He shoved pineapples up his bum so he would get vitamin C and his great times would taste good. He believed his own seminal and rectal excretions were the only safe food to eat so “it should taste like pinapple!” His auto fellatio and excrement gorging days came to a halt when he discovered the delicious taste of furry blood. He took a man dressed as a rabbit home, known as THE_**** online, and yiffed him until sunrise. Then he subsequently cut off his genitals and drank the majority of his blood. He saved a pint to inject himself with.

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Futanari is found in his apartment drenched in the blood of many furries later on. He is brought to Dr. Jojos secret and ill funded mental hospital where he stare silently at a young nurse name Yuriko-chan. He would drool watching her eat eggs and bacon with breadcrumbs on top. They later found Futanari covered in blood. “I cut myself, like an emo,” he said. The hospital staff later found baby corpses hanging by their intestines outside Futanari’s window. He had been using a fishing pole to catch them and would kill them and eat their hearts. He believed tose babies would have killed him in the future on account of the fact he raped them all.

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He is given smileprin HCI and later released. His mother was a saiyantologist and believed that medication is detrimental to his power level. The neighbors babies and furries go missing and Futanari continues a diet of intestines and blood. He later walks into Ophelias house and cuts her open eats her Tumorous liver and drinks her blood. Then he kills a small child, eats his brains sucks the blood out of the childs neck like a straw. Then he makes the dead body ride him reverse cowgirl style in a hole cut in the boy’s stomach. He then kills a pregnant women in front of her husband, who arrests him. Futanari eats the fetus on the way to the police station.

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In jail he explained how he needed to drink blood for his grandma evil-trout. The nazis had her and the bottom of the soap dish was sticky meaning the nazi ufo was nearby. So he drank blood which is not detectable by nazis. He ate the fetus so he could grow wings and chase the UFO and rescue evil trout. Although his efforts were in vain because Evil-Trout was in Bill Clinton’s basement having tickle fights with other attractive young GILFs.

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WOW.

I just read that for the first time, and that’s the most disturbing **** I’ve ever seen… I like it!

“Jason… Thanks. For everything.”

Jason looked at his friend and smiled. Robin had had it tough these last few weeks. Jason had felt it was his duty to try to cheer him up, and took his friend out for a raucous evening of booze and partying. A lot of good that did though. Apart from a few choice moments, Robin had spent the whole evening staring into his drink with misty eyes, which was definitely not the pick me up Jason had intended.

“Don’t mention it. You needed a break after all that’s happened.”

Robin began to open the door, then hesitated. “Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you… Would you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to spend tonight alone.”

“Well… My Wife is out tonight. I guess I could stay over.”

“Thanks Jason. That really means a lot to me.”

Robin pushed the door open further, and the two men stepped into Robin’s home. The first thing Jason noticed was the picture that hung by the stair. “Jesus, Robin. You shouldn’t have kept any photographs of him. That’s not good for you.”

Jason walked over to the picture and turned it around. “I know.” Murmured Robin.

“I just didn’t want to forget.”

“Sometimes, it’s better to forget. Trust me. That man was nothing but trouble, and I know that you miss him, but you’re better off without him.”

“Jason…”

“First thing we’re doing tomorrow is burning all those pictures. No buts.”

Robin didn’t argue. He was mentally exhausted, and despite his feeble protests earlier, he knew Jason was right.

Jason sighed. “You need to rest. Let’s get you upstairs, and we can worry about that in the morning, okay?”

Robin nodded wearily, and offered no resistance when Jason took his arm and led him up the stairs.

–

Jason opened the door to the bedroom, and Robin followed closely behind. Jason stepped into the room, and surveyed the area. The room was dank, dusty, and the only pieces of furniture were an old looking wooden chair and a off-white bed. Jason rested a hand on the mattress. “It’s filthy in here. There’s hardly any furniture, and the bed is hard. Did he do this? Did he make you live here, in this horrible room?”

Robin nodded his head, and the tears he was trying desperately to conceal started to roll down his face. “Oh Robin… I had no idea he was treating you like this”

Jason drew his friend into his arms. “You should have told us. Then we could have stopped it sooner.”

Jason gently released Robin, and sat down on the chair. Robin fiddled with his fingers for a while, and then said: “Jason… You don’t have to sleep on the chair.”

Jason was bemused by his friend’s statement. “Where else would I sleep? On the floor?”

“N-No. You can sleep in the bed… with me…”

Robin’s last statement was little more than a whisper. Jason looked shocked. “What?”

Robin shrunk down more “Please don’t be angry with me…”

Jason’s shocked expression faded into a smile “I’m not angry. I’m just surprised. And happy.”

Robin timidly smiled as his friend walked over and drew him into a tender kiss. They drew away from each other and began to undress themselves, as their kisses became more desperate and pbumionate. Robin whispered gently into his partner’s ear: “I want you inside of me. Please.” Robin turned around, and his friend turned lover obliged.

Both of their moans were carried up into the night, as they consummated their long repressed feelings for each other.

–

The next few months were difficult, but ultimately the best of both their life’s. The one difficult part was when Jason, with Robin in tow, broke the news to his wife. The woman had spat and swore at them, but her anger eventually turned to grief, and the couple had left her sobbing into her morning coffee, their feelings mixed between sorrow and relief. During those wonderful months, Robin and Jason felt that they would never be torn apart. But they were not to know the horrible path fate had set for them.

They were not to know that Robins former lover and master would return, more terrible than ever. They were not to know the demonic machinations of the criminal known as MC Banhammer. They were not to know that one of them was going to die.

But that is a story for another time, and another place.

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The punchline being that I can’t draw to save my life. The picture isn’t important in the long run though, right? RIGHT?

The OP has been banned! So, I’m taking over this contest for him and extending it by a week.

This should explain it: http://www.forumwarz.com/discussions/view_post/342087

quangntenemy Posted:

Err what why does he need to create an illegal alt while he has 8 BP in hand?

He actually only had four, I was going to match the rest for this contest. But he has the opportunity to create legal alts.