"Damn," exclaimed Doc Brown as he found himself stranded in some remote, ancient area where Hill Valley is today, his DeLorean low on fuel. "Damn," he exclaimed again, seeing as there's no plutonium or fuel source to be seen within a comfortable walking distance. "Damn, damn," he exclaimed once more as he couldn't see a person or any means of accessing one, not even through telecommunications. It was then that he heard a sound of a "Pi".
He then looked down and saw a tiny, mouselike creature, a Pichu. It might be crazy, Doc Brown though. What use would a tiny creature do in terms of helping? He then decided to tell Pichu about the situation, and it hugged him out of sympathy, apparently offering to help. Doc Brown couldn't understand it, but in time realized its intent to help; however he just couldn't see how it would help since it would require 1.21 gigawatts of electrical power to successfully make the DeLorean work, but a small charge emitted from Pichu, who still insisted he can help. Doc Brown decided that it may be worth a gamble; either it will help send him back or he will be stuck in this ancient land forever.
After bringing up a plan to use what fuel is left to bring the DeLorean to Pichu's destination upon hitting the 88 MPH mark, Pichu gave him one last embrace and licked his face. The Doc was touched by this sign of affection, and so went into his DeLorean and started it up. Before moving, he shouted out, "When the car passes by a certain rock, send the jolt and it should work."
Pichu then tries gathering energy as the DeLorean accelerated its way. Eventually, the Doc hit 88 MPH, hoping that the last ounce of strength it momentarily has would actually reach Pichu. At the exact moment as told, Pichu sent a powerful jolt towards the wire, and so as planned, the DeLorean vanished, leaving fiery skidmarks. Pichu was then exhausted and teary-eyed after the jolt and the ensuing departure of Doc Brown, but at the same time happy that it managed to help a person it cared about.
edited 21st Jan '11 12:13:44 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.
In the middle of the night, Zombie stole Doc Brown's Delorean, "Finally." she smirked her evil smirk, "I can make all of those events not happen with this little human gem!", she got ready to travel through time, but forgot the dates where the harassments had happened. "Um... I don't think I've seen a calendar in the past two hundred years. Whatever. Let me just mash buttons." Zombie went ape-shit on the controls and was randomly teleported to a random location in a random time. Which happened to be in the middle of a fight between RED and BLU. "Let me just smash the controls agai-", Zombie was interrupted by a Spy backstabbing her. The players wondered who this mysterious girl was and if she were the rumored "female class", but Valve assured them that they don't know who the heck she is, either. The game sent her to the RED respawn room, where she was assigned the Scout class. "Bonk?", she thought out loud, looking at the mysterious can she held in her hand. She took a mighty large swig of it, giving all the people in the room a confused boner. All of a sudden, time stopped. Zombie's eyes were as big as dinner plates and her hair was getting frizzed. "IAMERROR!", the massive sugar rush was enough for her to run around so fast that the crazy legs glitch came back. Zombie ran around, killing everything in her way, until the rush had stopped. She dropped to the floor, sweating up a river. Heavy and Medic came across her body. "She's dead, Jim." "WHAT?" "I just always wanted to say that. Anyway, her entire body is numb and right now, it'd take eight hours for her to be able to work her muscles.", then Medic went into a ramble about how he's never worked with zombie before, and during his spiel, was cut off by Zombie, "DING DING DING GOES THE TROLLEY! RING RING RING GOES THE BELL!" she was eventually joined in by Heavy, leaving Medic to just stare in sheer awe. Eventually, Zombie sung, "BOOP BOOP BOOP GOES THE ORANGE! REEE REEE REEE GOES THE TIRE!" until breaking down into gibberish. All while Heavy tried to keep up with her. Medic started to leave Zombie to her mental collapse and then, on the ultimate sugar high, she grabbed Heavy, and took her extendable tongue and stuck it deep in his throat. Then she (Removed for your well being), until she became sober again. "What happened?" "OH, I KNOW! YOU (Classified information)" Zombie then walked back to the Delorean and bashed the controls until she was back to Doc Brown's house. "Where did you go with the Delorean?!" "No place important. Here, take it. I will spend the next few months rubbing soap in my head."
edited 27th Jan '11 6:44:32 PM by AwesomeZombie22
Usually here.
0_.
Once upon a time, there was a zombie. She and Giygas dated once. The end.
No....Just no. I won't actually write anything to do with Giygas having sex. Just.... NO!
edited 27th Jan '11 7:46:52 PM by gamerex27
"USE YOUR WORDS NOT THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE" ''memyselfand I 2"- A Perturbed Zombie drew near!
- The Perturbed Zombie described the disturbing events that happened to her.
- Ness started to cry!
- Paula felt a little strange...
- Jeff felt sick and took 20 HP damage!
- Poo can't concentrate!
- Ness attacked the Perturbed Zombie, but missed!
- Paula cast PK Fire y!
- Ness took 274 damage!
- Paula took 300 damage!
- Jeff took 189 damage!
- Poo took 200 damage!
- Jeff is too busy slitting his wrists to do anything.
- Poo tries casting PK Thunder β, but his thoughts are clouded by undead porn.
- The Perturbed Zombie used naughty tentacles!
- (censored for the safety of your sanity and the sanity of those around you)
Be green.
One day piplup was walking around then all of a sudden he got-censored-and then piplup out of blind rage stuck his-censored- down zombies -censored- and zombie went back to his grave and piplup went out to get drunk the end.
edited 4th Feb '11 6:07:52 PM by queenofdarkness
I am bad at picking things.
watching down on us
He couldn't resist any longer.
He fell to his knees, lifted the little bird into his arms, and kissed it gently on the tip of its beak.
Banned entirely for telling FE that he was being rude and not contributing to the discussion. I shall watch down from the goon heavens.
Be green.
Piplup raped him in the ass and went to get laid by another piplup the end.
edited 4th Feb '11 6:21:15 PM by queenofdarkness
I am bad at picking things.
Umm, guys! It really shouldn't be that short. Reserve posts if you want to, but make sure they are at least a hundred words long, capiche? In fact, don't respond to this post.
edited 4th Feb '11 6:23:16 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.
0_.
You encouner the pulshy penguin!
The penguin fired a jet of water!
50 points of damage to the teddy bear!
The penguin [DATA EXPUNGED] the teddy bear!
Ness could not stop crying!
Paula cound not stop crying!
Jeff got nausious and recieved 20 damage!
Poo felt a little strange...
Paula tried PSI Thunder Ω!
300 damage to the penguin.
The penguin was defeated!
"USE YOUR WORDS NOT THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE" ''memyselfand I 2"
Evan lay sleeping contently in a moderately cramped area. It was a decent little bed, but the sound of beeping insisted on his awakening.Evan ran his hand over his face. This wasn't his bed. He knew that opening his eyes wouldn't bring an acceptable result.He had to try. Where would doing nothing get him?
He flexed his levator palpebrae superioris muscle *. It was dark, save for a luminescent red entity, blinking in the midst of the crepuscular nothingness.Evan attempted to stand up. But like mentioned earlier, it was cramped, and he therefore could not. There was no one to talk to. No ONE. The red light appeared to mock him in this claustrophobic situation. Since there was no one in the room, he decided to entertain himself.
"You travel?" he asked the light with all due sarcasm.
It was then that something unexpected happened. It replied. No, I'm joking. The cramped space that Evan was in suddenly opened. It was apparent that whatever he was in was designed to open with a voice command. Maybe it mistook "You travel?" for another command. Who cares? The only sentient being there was Evan (which is really saying something), so that who is out of the question. Cares?
Evan stepped out of the cramped space to find himself on a strange landfill. It looked a lot like the moon, but different. Different being that the moon does not have text on it and look like plastic. Evan moved along, looking for anything that would be of help to get him out of this strange situation.
Nothing. He covered seven-hundred twenty degrees of the moon, and still found nothing but text too large to read. But then he realized that he was only walking in a straight line. Ha ha! Okay. He covered another seven hundred twenty degrees. This time from a different direction. This yielded no reward. He covered another seven hundred twenty degrees. Not even close to no cigar. That text. That stupid text. It was like someone was watching his every move, mocking him while doing so. He trudged on in an utterly hopeless effort to expunge this loop of nothing but a little planet.
But he had hope. He hoped without doubt that he might find something. His feet were numb, but he kept walking, carrying that hope with him. Hope! That's such a nice word. Too bad Obama had to steal it for his-
Suddenly that hope changed. It was no longer a simple method of comfort, but a visual projection. Something! In the short, sweet distance! He had to go up to see it. His heart raced with anticipation and adrenaline as he sprinted toward the entity to find what new source of entertainment awaits him. He had arrived to...
A @&#$ing loaf of bread.
edited 14th Feb '11 6:30:14 PM by Snicklin
Phonomancer
The Silver Surfer, in sacrificing his power so that Earth may live, had gained one thing.
He had gained the ability to love.
But he was unsatisfied. He found Earth women lacking; they were too emotional, too fragile, full of feelings and bodily functions he did not understand and did not wish to.
He was unable to find fulfillment in any way, shape or form until that fateful day when he entered a grocery store out of pure curiousity. He walked down the aisles, gazing on the fruits, vegetables, and meats, his eyes passing over them listlessly.
Until he came to the bread aisle.
One loaf caught his eye, a package of pure white, spongy, Wonder Bread. It was a thing of beauty- each pore seemed to have been carved out by a master baker. The crust was the perfect shade of deep auburn, dusted with flour as white as the clouds he loved so much. He couldn't help himself. He took it out of its plastic packaging, undoing the twist-tie with a delicacy he reserved for the most fragile lifeforms. He buried his face deep in the loaf, feeling it caress his face with its flour and yeast. He sniffed deeply, inhaling the fresh-baked aroma until he could take no more. He shuddered with ecstasy.
Time to take this to more private quarters.
Using the Power Cosmic, he turned a nearby orange on sale into purest gold, and wordlessly handed it to the clerk. As he walked out of the store, the bread loaf cradled under his arm, a warm feeling spread through his interior, like a ray of sunshine coming from inside
He slipped into a vacant motel room in the area, the bread loaf still inside his tender caress.
For the first time since his cruel exile from the stars, the Surfer knew love.
edited 14th Feb '11 6:37:55 PM by steampowered
We must move forward, not backward. Upward, not forward. And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.
The Silver Surfer is surfing over to Rapunzel's tower. He notices that Mother Gothel has gone away for the night, so he heads over to the window and calls for Rapunzel by name. She dances her way toward the window, wondering if her beloved Silver Surfer had come by; lo and behold, her wish came true.
"Yes, Eugene?" she said.
"Darling," he began, "there is no-one more beautiful or kind as you. But it seems you still wond Screw it, I can't bring myself to finish this XD
edited 15th Feb '11 6:16:52 AM by 1whowillmakeEnzeru
Now posting as Enzeru, this serves as an emergency avatar backup account
"Rapunzel," said Obama, "I cannot promise you a true fairy tale romance. But I promise to you and to the American people that I will get the economy going again by taking you out to a nice dinner."
"Don't you have a wife?" asked Rapunzel.
"Shit," said Obama.
Rapunzel: Don't you have a wife?
"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
Recette was busy tending her shop one day, when suddenly, the entire cast of Sonic came in! They then proceeded to buy all the items in Recette's shop. She was surprised by this, and asked why that had bought so many items.
"To do this!" answered Sonic. They then... fuck it.
Dear god, I can't finish this.
edited 21st Feb '11 9:04:17 PM by AnnoR
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
One day, the RED Scout decided to drink some of his Bonk! Atomic Punch, and somehow went for three cans at once. The effects were rather dramatic, as somehow he changes sex. "What da hell is that crap," (s)he wondered as (s)he examined her new body. She then decided that she would have another can of Bonk!
It was then that right in front of her is a cute little mushroom girl, who locked her into an embrace. The now female scout decided to "try her out" and licked at her face, collapsing onto the floor with her...
And then he passed out, and the RED Team stared in awe as the Scout just hallucinated and collapsed all of the sudden.
edited 15th Apr '11 2:45:33 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.
Must Keep The Web Intact
When Awesome Zombie woke up, she realised she was tied solidly to a bed in a dimly lit room with pastel red walls, devoid of any decorations. Right in front of her was a door. As soon as she started squirming around to try and get up to leave the bed, she felt waves of pain through her body, and sat back.
' I wouldn't do that if I were you', said a soft voice with a thick French accent coming from the left corner of the room. ' You are still very weak after what happened to you earlier today'. Zombie turned her head around despite the pain to see her interlocutor. She could discern a tall and thin man sitting in a chair in the darkest corner of the room. He was wearing a red suit and an equally red balaclava mask. He stood up and approached her when he noticed her movements. ' Such a pity to see a beautiful face like yours covered in bruises and blood', said the Spy while softly caressing her cheeks and forehead. ' Unfortunately, I am afraid my colleagues have put their dirty hands on you before I could intervene'. He quickly addded, when he saw the change in her gaze ' Oh, not like that. They are brutes, but they are professionals nonetheless. Besides, I never would have permitted it to happen'.
When Zombie tried to reply, she only managed to produce muffled gurgling. ' Please, don't try to talk, mon petit chou-fleur', said the Spy in a mild tone. 'This will only be embarassing for you. Medic had to use some new decoctions on you after you were brought in his infirmary. You see, the wounds Soldier and Heavy inflicted you while they where interrogating you where so'... The Spy stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at her with a look of mild surprise and shock in his face.
' Ah, but where are my manners? Medic told me it was very probable that, in your state and given the circumstances, you may have momentarily lost your recent memory and wouldn't even know how you arrived here. I'll make things short and sweet not to bore you. You are here because my employers thought you knew valuable informations that could greatly profit our organisation. However, our competitors thought otherwise, and impeached us to ask you questions the nice and polite way. We had to resort to brute force to get to you, which I beg you to believe I am absolutely désolé'.
Zombie momentarily stopped paying attention to the Spy, her mind overflowed with theories about what exactly they had done to her, and what kind of knowledge she had in her possession could make her deserve such a treatment, and, more importantly, how could she get away from there.
The Spy took advantage of her moment of inattention to walk toward the door. He opened it partially and yelled in the hallway. ' Herr Doktor! Pouvez-vous venir un instant?' A moment passed, and soon the door was wide open and a man slightly smaller than the Spy, wearing a Doctor's uniform and glasses entered the room, pushing a trolley atop of which where diverse instruments. He engaged conversation with the Spy for about 2 minutes in what Zombie could only assume was German. The Spy then dismissed the Medic with a cold ' Thank you, Medic. I'll bring you back all your instruments when whe're done'. The Medic left the room without the trolley, which the Spy pushed near the bed so Zombie could see all of them. From the left to the right where water balloons, 12 needles filled with various liquids, a pair of scissors, a cube of metal, a blindfold and a scalpel.
The Spy seemed lost in his thoughts and started mumbling. ' Bunch of imbeciles. Abrutis incapables. Pas foutus d'effectuer une tâche simple correctement, sans abîmer la marchandise'. He then glared at her angrily for about a minute. Zombie felt growingly unsafe. The large grin the Spy began to sport didn't help her panic rush.
' Darling, would you mind if I lighted up a cigarette? It helps me keep a cool head when I am frustrated'. Zombie desperately nodded.
' Bonne petite', said the Spy nonchalantly. 'I knew a fine lady such as you wouldn't refuse'.
He proceeded to light his cigarette and took a long breath of it before talking again.
' The break is over, sweetie. Let's get back to business, comme on dit. I'll finish what my colleagues started, only, I'll use a litle more finesse '.
He went back to close and lock the door. He took the blindfold and placed it on Zombie's eyes. ' Sssshhhhhh', said the Spy as Zombie was painfully moving her head and moaning in a vain effort to stop him. ' Don't you worry, I'll be gentle', uttered the Spy, cackling, as he grabbed the Scalpel and while simultaneously taking off his pants.
Yeah,no, I AIN'T writing down what follows after. Use your sick, depraved imagination for that. Oh, and sorry for the bad writing. I haven't written for years and never was that good to begin with. Hope it wasn't too terrible.
The Great Northern Threadkill.The sun was up in the sky, and the light shining through the window of the BLU base woke the Spy up from his sleep. He had two watches, and neither of them told time. He just assumed that it's time to fight RED again. While he was putting his clothes on, he could feel like somebody was watching him. Ironic, he was supposed to give others that feeling...before he stabs them, that is. The Spy grabbed his knife and swung it at the space behind him, but it slipped out of his hands from the gesture and flew out the window. As the glass broke, he heard a loud thud and a voice he hadn't recognized before. Whatever it was saying was muffled and quiet, but that quickly escaped his thoughts when he realized that he needs a knife to fight. He slapped his hand on his face at how rash that was. The Spy ran out of his room, holding a gun in hand in case someone was watching him.
He noticed that most of his team wasn't there. If they were, then he would have noticed right away. The entire place was ungodly quiet, which wasn't helped when he noticed the Scout's headphones on the ground. When he bent over to pick them up, he realized that he still had a blanket around his shoulders, and hadn't put his shoes on. That didn't matter to him, his entire team being missing is a lot more distressing than his shoes. As he was staring at the lone headphones, he noticed a scrap of paper in one of the ears.
I have your back, sweetie.
He turned around, just as the Scout hit him in the face with his bat.
"Would you like to see my garden?" a quiet whisper asked the Spy as his eyelids slowly opened. A girl wearing the Scout's uniform was above him, wearing a grin that seemed to be impossibly wide. She held the bloody bat in her hand. It was covered in dents and was even cracked in some areas. He stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. "It has wonderful flowers," she told him, still with an artificial grin, "The decorations are simply breath-taking."
"I would rather-" she grabbed his arm and pulled him up, forcing him to stand. "Look at my garden, love. I made it for you." She yanked his arm again, nearly dislocating his shoulder from the force she put into it. The Spy was being dragged, face down in the dirt. The entire time, his mind was blank. He felt like passing out again just to escape what was happening. "Here we are, honey!" she whispered in a cheerful tone, looking down at him. Frowning, she pulled his arm, even harder this time. She might have actually pulled his arm out, if the Spy weren't lucky. He grabbed his poor shoulder in pain, cringing at how much abuse it took. "Medi-" just then, he saw it.
The garden.
Disembodied arms were stabbed into the soil, with legs wrapped around them, bent in ways that were impossible to achieve. Just looking at them made his leg feel numb. He tried to look away, but there were arms everywhere. There were tables where the heads of his teammates were placed. All dead eyed, but they all were looking at him. Just then, their features started to shift, ever so slowly, as if they had to put all of their power into saying it.
"Ruuuuunnnnn..." all of them moaned in monotonous voices. "So, how do you like it?" the girl asked, the joy in her voice only amplifying how horrifying she was. She stared at him, as if expecting him to reply. "...is it real?" "Why yes, yes it is! You see, I asked all of them to look at my garden, but they didn't like it!" she explained, shifting from joy to severe disappointment with the last line, "What good is a man who doesn't love me? What good are they if they don't love my garden? Might as well add them to it, so they can love me forever!" she started pacing in circles, getting more and more frustrated, as if this hadn't happened eight times already. "Do you love it? Do you love me? Tell me, sweet cakes, do you love it?"
He knew what to say, he knew that saying no to her would be his grizzly end, but he was just so terrified at the murder house that she labeled a garden that he couldn't say anything, so he just opted to nod. The smile he painted on his face was so forced that it wasn't even funny, but she didn't notice how unnatural and scared that grin looked. "Wonderful! I now pronounce you my husband for life!" "That wasn't part of the-"
Just then, she showed complete rage in her face, and ripped the Spy's arm out of it's socket with her bare hands. "What was that, darling?" she cooed, in a low and comforting voice, rubbing his arm and resting her head on his hand, "Could you say that again? I couldn't hear over the blood." The Spy's mouth gaped wide open as he stared at where his arm once was, and at the lunatic that was holding it. She grinned and tackled him, ripping his clothes off and-
Scene Removed. You have enough nightmares for the week.
I take it back, this is the creepiest that I've ever portrayed myself as. Points if you're able to guess what song inspired this. HINT: It's sung by a female singer.
Edit: ![[down]](https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/smiles/arrow_down.png "[down]"){kind=icon}
You are correct.
edited 11th Jul '11 10:03:47 AM by AwesomeZombie22
Usually here.
Thumbsy was walking. Walking. Walking. Oh, that's innocent, you say. Well, let me tell you. HE WAS DOING IT FOR LOVE!
-Thumbsy likes this- He kept posting. He would meet this zombie, even if it was the last thing he did.
And there zombie was. "Hello, Thumbsy."
"Uhhh... hello."
"Pleasant journey?"
"Yes."
"Good." Just then, a young woman was brought out of nowhere. Zombie then slit her throat, and threw her tongue into a lake of fire. "No-one will keep you from me."
Thumbsy, still entranced, said "Yeah why not. I like this."
And so, they lived happily ever after.
Until Thumbsy misspelt 'like' as 'dislike', and he died from a mysterious axe to the head.
Must Keep The Web Intact
Would it be that one,https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVFfeTIWWco
, Zombie, by any chance? I think I saw it in the Nightmare fuel section a long time ago, and it was pretty much the first thing I thought of while reading your story.
The Blue Spy quietly opened the door leading to RED's intelligence room, his trusty Ambassador in hand. He couldn't believe his eyes. Before him was the very first model of the new Securitek type supercomputer. The room was filled to the brim with all the necessary operating console and chairs, and there was barely enough space for him to reach the main control terminal, which consisted of a wall covered in tv screens under which laid the most important consoles of all.
It was then that the Spy noticed with a mild interest that the floor was covered with the bodies of dead RED's operatives, most of them smiling in extacy, the others showing to the world their terror in the most revolting grins the Spy ever saw. Most of them didn't wear their pants anymore, or underwear for that matter, and among them, some had their right hand tightly gripped around their penis.
The Spy reached for his cigarette case in his suit, and lighted up one pensively. It seemed the RED spy he had met on his way here wasn't completely mad like he thought. But it was an honest mistake. A spy's life didn't work wonders for one's mental health and sanity, after all, what with all the constant changes of identity and double lifes.
He tried to remember what the RED spy said exactly before he blew his brain away with the Ambassador, cursing his enemy for his amateurism and foolishness. Something about an horrible maladjustment in the computer that made it deviate from it's original purpose and that the Engineer couldn't fix. Something that drove them completely insane and that he had to immediately go report to the higher ups.
He approached the computer, gently pushed away one of the bodies from his chair and sat down. There only where 3 buttons on the console. One was a start button, the other two a green thumbs-up and a red thumbs-down. He pressed the start button with childish glee.
The tv screens began to display images of the red Heavy, grunting and sweating, having sex with the red Medic, whic was himself screaming in joy, from different angles. ' What is this nonsense', yelled the Spy while pressing the thumbs-down button. The images immediately switched to that of the red Engineer polishing his level 1 sentry gun canon with a rather disturbing application and very innapropriate movements, while whispering dirty words to it. ' Oh, please, this is getting awkward, Laborer', said the Spy in a mocking tone, pushing the thumbs-down button.
The next images where the civilian red Scout having sex with a teenager in a bed. It was evident by his look that the Scout was uncomfortable, and the Spy watched the video with a morbid curiosity for the 4 minutes it lasted. The Spy couldn't stop laughing. ' Well...hahahaha.. quick as a ... hunhunhun... little bunny, aren't you, Scout? He pressed the green thumb.
The following video was him with the Red Medic's wife in the Medic's kitchen, doing it wildly. ' Ah, good times these where, good times', whispered the Spy with melancholy. He pressed the thumb-up button.
The Spy didn't see time pass. It didn't take him long to get caught up in the game, and very soon he had his pants down, masturbating feverishly, times and times again, to the changing images. After a moment he stopped to care about what he was looking at; everything was equally arousing to him.
He didn't even notice when the lack of power suddenly shut-down the computer. When the S.C.P. agents in Hazmat suits entered the room and pointed their weapons at him, he was too busy frantically masturbating to the two buttons to even notice their presence.
edited 11th Jul '11 10:05:22 AM by OrangeSpider
The Great Northern Threadkill.
Unable to extricate himself from the web of tentacles he'd somehow become entangled in, an increasingly flustered Nnoitra eyed the creature that was apparently behind his current predicament: an unnaturally large, orange-hued spider, watching him intently with an expression that was as close to arousal as a spider could get.
He struggled in vain, tried to protest, to do something - anything - that would help the situation, but the giant arachnid lifted one of its front legs and placed it against his lips to silence him. Venom dripped lustfully from its fangs as it looked him over, moving the leg downward between his thighs and Okay, wait, stop, stop, wait, stop. I'm not doing this. This is too much even for me. 8T
edited 11th Jul '11 11:24:31 AM by MsieurLapin
Jamais vu
One day, the Heavy shot some lady.
AND THEN THEY FUCKED
edited 11th Jul '11 6:52:34 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
Hard-boiled.
Shoutarou couldn't believe he'd let himself get into this situation. It was a simple case, just investigating some missing cargo- But instead of finding the misplaced goods, he'd found himself trapped between a concrete wall and a man very much resembling a concrete wall. The huge bear of a man walked slowly towards him, hauling an enormous gun that seemed to be as big as Shoutarou was. Frantically, Shoutarou tried to transform into Double- But Philip didn't respond when the belt materialized.
"Philip! Philip?" Shoutarou shouted, a note of desperation in his voice. Why did his partner have to be unresponsive now, when he was about to die? With a primal shout of irritation and fear, he dove to the side, intending to roll around the intimidating man and make his escape- But he was too late.
Tossing aside his gun as if it weighed no more than a toothpick, the Heavy lurched to the side and blocked Shoutarou's path, catching him in his muscular arms and holding him tightly, preventing him from moving.
"O-Oi, let go of me!" Shoutarou yelped, wriggling his arms in vain.
"Are you scared, little man?" The Heavy asked, bringing his face uncomfortably close to Shoutarou's.
"Of course not!" Shoutarou retorted. "I was afraid of your machine gun, but you've gone and thrown that away!"
"Little man, that is not the only gun I'm carrying."
okay no i can't do this.
Avatar is Shoutarou Hidari from Kamen Rider W, by the way.
edited 11th Jul '11 8:27:17 PM by Hollikuru
Now, count up your sins!
I'm sorry, but vore was my only thought here.
It was lunchtime and Karis was hungry. She couldn't find any thing to eat. It looked like she was out of luck when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a sandvich. Her eyes brightened and she ran straight to the countertop. The sandvich was asleep, and didn't know what was about to happen. Karis brought the sandvich up to her mouth, and took a bite out of it. This woke up the sandvich, which, unbeknownst to Karis, was a sentient vore-sandvich. The sandvich squealed unhearable cries of ecstacy as it was eaten. Karis finished the sandvich, licked some leftover mayo (which she noted had a peculiar taste) off the sides of her mouth and went on with her day.
edited 11th Jan '11 12:24:21 PM by LandOfGold