Toxic Love

Chapter 1

Ammonia shivered as bleach snuck a hand behind them, the cool ceramic pressed against their pale skin. Seconds pass not a breath passes between them. Their once clear white skin had been riddled with marks.

"Ammonia?" asks Bleach, mildly breathless.

Ammonia raises their gaze from the blank white wall up to their blue haired lover "yes?"

"Suck my clorox filled dick." He said seductively

"R-r-right now??" Ammonia looked around as they were in public

"Yes." Bleach says, horny as a household cleaner is capable of being. Ammonia gasps as Bleach's cold fingers trail down her back. He pulls her into the nearest used porta-potty.

"It smells like piss." Ammonia says, stepping into the toilet.

"That means its good" He smirked

Ammonia blushed a deep blue, arousal filling her cleaning supply senses.

Bleach pushed Ammonia up against the ceramic and lifted up their shirt and started to unhook their bra.

"Bazongas" he said, astonished at the massive size of Ammonia honka-honka tittie-wittie mommy milkers.

"S-Stop teasing me, Bleach-Kun!" Ammonia whines, pulling Bleach's shirt off from his rock hard abs. Ammonia starts feeling them with lust. Bleach pulls her hands away and clicks his tongue.

"Not yet you needy horny slut." Bleach told her sternly. Ammonia whimpered.

"Yes master~"

"On your knees" Bleach said and ammonia followed his command, desperate to be fucked senselessly.

Bleach pulled down his boxers to reveal his massive veiny one (1)  foot schlong.

"B-Bleach-Kun~... You're cock is gigantic!~" Ammonia whispers, taking in its length.

"Suck." Bleach smirks seductively, pulling Ammonia's head down to his member.

"B-But it's too b-" Ammonia was interrupted by Bleach's rod slipping down her throat. Ammonia gagged, not expecting the 12 inches all at once.

"You like that, you slutty whore?" Bleach growled.

"Mhm~" ammonia choked on her words as she started to bob her head on his dick.

"Y-yes~... Suck harder!" He says thrusting into her throat.

She bit down as hard as she could, Bleach screaming out in pain like a little boy who dropped his ice cream.

"You'll- nghhh~ you'll pay for that bitch!!!" He growls. Ammonia stood up, grabbed his keys from his pocket and pushed bleach away as hard as she could before she ran out of the porta-potty.

"Babe no, come back! I didn't mean it!" He says, quickly pulling up his blood filled boxers. He chases after her, struggling to reach her through the crowded parking lot.

Ammonia ran as fast as she could to Bleach's new Lamborghini Sesto Elemento. She wiped her chin as it still had Bleach's blue blood on it. She turned the key, starting up the car. The car purred under her hands, as she drove as far as she could.

No destination she drove, with her green eyes glazed over. She sped up, barely looking at the road. She turned on the radio, and she listened as her eyes started to tear up.

"Baby you might need a seatbelt when i ride it,
Imma leave it open like a door,
Come inside it.
Even though im wifey you can hit it like a sidechick,
Dont need no side dick, no"

Ammonia sobbed, trying to keep her vision focused. Suddenly, she heard a thunk. Her car pulled to a stop.

"Dear fucking lord-" She mutters carefully stepping out of her car. On the road there lay a body. Despite her dramatic position, she didn't look that hurt.

"Excuse me? Are you dead?" She says tapping the lifeless body with her foot.

"Bitch the fuck?" The body says, flopping over.

"L- Lysol!" Ammonia jumped back. "W-what are you doing?!"

"Your the one who hit me you stupid bitch." Lysol snarled.

"Well excuse me, I didn't expect to see my ex-girlfriend lying in the middle of the road!" Ammonia snarls, glaring at her.

Lysol rolls her eyes, stepping off the pavement. She wipes the dirt off of her previously pristine white pants.

"Oh I'm sorry that I was walking on a crosswalk. It's your fault for not watching the road. Now, are you going to take me to a hospital or what?" Lysol says, folding her arms.

"Oh please, you're literally not even hurt. Go and walk your ass back home. I have more important things to be doing. Like running away from my problems."

Ammonia huffs, stepping back into the bitch car. She turned the key, starting to drive away.

"Aww, were you going to leave me Monia? For shame." Lysol says, popping her head up from the back seat.