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Once Upon A Time..... (invades welcome)
Let's do it together faggots.
Finished:
Alaistier is dah faggot who said: lets do it hurr!!11"
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Steve & Ky
Sir Fappian The Third
The Fire Kids
Alaistier is dah faggot who said: lets do it hurr!!11"
Last edited by Focz; Dec 12, 2011 at 01:18 AM.
When our adventure-loving...adventurer, Milk, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling scarcely worried, Milk punched a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Ever so extemperaneously, he realized that his beloved dick was missing! Immediately he called his enemy in training, Doxxy. Milk had known Doxxy for (plus or minus) 61 years, the majority of which were curious ones. Doxxy was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... insensitive. Milk called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Doxxy picked up to a very calm Milk. Doxxy calmly assured him that most legless puppies sigh before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually sassily belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Milk. Why was Doxxy trying to distract Milk? Because he had snuck out from Milk's with the dick only four days prior. It was a electric little dick... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Milk got back to the subject at hand: his dick. Doxxy panicked. Relunctantly, Doxxy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the dick. Milk grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Doxxy realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the dick and he had to do it aptly. He figured that if Milk took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least four minutes before Milk would get there. But if he took the Flying pig? Then Doxxy would be alarmingly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Doxxy was interrupted by seven selfish Dildos that were lured by his dick. Doxxy grimaced; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling displeased, he skillfully reached for his banana and aggressively slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Flying pig rolling up. It was Milk.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a apt leap, Milk was out of the Flying pig and went explosively jaunting toward Doxxy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Doxxy was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the dick into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his canoe. Doxxy was frustrated but at least the dick was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Doxxy indiscriminately purred. With a careful push, Milk opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive zealous...zealot in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' Doxxy assured him. Milk took a seat uncomfortably close to where Doxxy had hidden the dick. Doxxy grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Milk was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Doxxy noticed a clueless look on Milk's face. Milk slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Doxxy felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Milk asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the dick right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Milk's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's ninja stars from when she used to have pet Indonesian devil cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Milk nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Doxxy could react, Milk aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The dick was plainly in view.
Milk stared at Doxxy for what what must've been three minutes. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Doxxy groped earnestly in Milk's direction, clearly desperate. Milk grabbed the dick and bolted for the door. It was locked. Doxxy let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Milk,' he rebuked. Doxxy always had been a little selfish, so Milk knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Doxxy did something crazy, like... start chucking carrots at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he gripped his dick tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Doxxy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Milk. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame three days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Milk. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Doxxy walked over to the window and looked down. Milk was gone.
Just yonder, Milk was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Doxxy's place. Milk had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Dildos suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the dick. One by one they latched on to Milk. Already weakened from his injury, Milk yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Dildos running off with his dick.
About eight hours later, Milk awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and Milk did not know where he was. Deep in the enchanting bush, Milk was abundantly lost. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he remembered that his dick was taken by the Dildos. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a bloated Dildo emerged from the disease-infested jungle. It was the alpha Dildo. Milk opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Dildo sunk its teeth into Milk's armpit. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Milk's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than nine miles away, Doxxy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the dick. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened gerbil. With a careful thrust, he buried it deeply into his taint. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Milk... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the dick that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Dildos, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.
Doxxy picked up to a very calm Milk. Doxxy calmly assured him that most legless puppies sigh before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually sassily belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Milk. Why was Doxxy trying to distract Milk? Because he had snuck out from Milk's with the dick only four days prior. It was a electric little dick... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Milk got back to the subject at hand: his dick. Doxxy panicked. Relunctantly, Doxxy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the dick. Milk grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Doxxy realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the dick and he had to do it aptly. He figured that if Milk took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least four minutes before Milk would get there. But if he took the Flying pig? Then Doxxy would be alarmingly screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Doxxy was interrupted by seven selfish Dildos that were lured by his dick. Doxxy grimaced; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling displeased, he skillfully reached for his banana and aggressively slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Flying pig rolling up. It was Milk.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a apt leap, Milk was out of the Flying pig and went explosively jaunting toward Doxxy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Doxxy was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the dick into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his canoe. Doxxy was frustrated but at least the dick was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Doxxy indiscriminately purred. With a careful push, Milk opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive zealous...zealot in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' Doxxy assured him. Milk took a seat uncomfortably close to where Doxxy had hidden the dick. Doxxy grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Milk was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Doxxy noticed a clueless look on Milk's face. Milk slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Doxxy felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Milk asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the dick right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Milk's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's ninja stars from when she used to have pet Indonesian devil cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Milk nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Doxxy could react, Milk aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The dick was plainly in view.
Milk stared at Doxxy for what what must've been three minutes. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Doxxy groped earnestly in Milk's direction, clearly desperate. Milk grabbed the dick and bolted for the door. It was locked. Doxxy let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Milk,' he rebuked. Doxxy always had been a little selfish, so Milk knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Doxxy did something crazy, like... start chucking carrots at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he gripped his dick tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Doxxy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Milk. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame three days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Milk. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Doxxy walked over to the window and looked down. Milk was gone.
Just yonder, Milk was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Doxxy's place. Milk had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Dildos suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the dick. One by one they latched on to Milk. Already weakened from his injury, Milk yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Dildos running off with his dick.
About eight hours later, Milk awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and Milk did not know where he was. Deep in the enchanting bush, Milk was abundantly lost. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he remembered that his dick was taken by the Dildos. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a bloated Dildo emerged from the disease-infested jungle. It was the alpha Dildo. Milk opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Dildo sunk its teeth into Milk's armpit. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Milk's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than nine miles away, Doxxy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the dick. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened gerbil. With a careful thrust, he buried it deeply into his taint. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Milk... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the dick that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Dildos, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.
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