Old shit

F u Vinny

BlurryMouse this is your fault

This is also very much satire and currently new. Why am I putting it here then?
Well uh
...
I don't know???

I expect Vinny to make art of this at some point/mjpddt

Conor was very busy that day. He was so busy with training and missions, that he didn't really care too much about eating. Oh boy, was that a mistake...

Conor had dealt with worse pains, but he didn't like the pain of starvation. Thing was, he wasn't feeling like grabbing something to eat.

Conor sat in his dorm, pondering. He was so tired from working all day, but yet he was soo hungry...

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Conor lifted his head. "Uh, come in," he called. The door opened, and his good pal, Dutch, stepped inside.

"Heya, Con! How're ya?" He asked. Conor shrugged. "Mmeeh... Ok I guess, training's gotten me really tired and hungry." Dutch sighed and patted his back. "I knew there was something unusual about you being so busy, soo on my way here, I decided to be a good friend and got you..."

Dutch reached into a random bag that had appeared out of no where for plot purposes and pulled out a bowl of perfectly balled rice. Mmmm delicious indeed dammit now I want rice.

Conor's mouth started to water without him even realizing it. Immediately, he took the bowl from rice and grabbed the chopsticks he always keeps on his night stand Bc he knew that if Dutch did some shit like this he would've forgotten the chop sticks and began devouring it.

Dutch watched in awe as Conor quickly finished the whole thing in less than two minutes, leaving not a single grain behind. "Hah, you know what they say! You're not you when you're hungry!" He laughed. Conor just shrugged and chuckled in response.

"Ya still hungry, bud?" He asked. "Mm, no.." Conor responded with, oh but that was a lie. A fib. A untrustworthy move, if you will.

Dutch got up and began heading to the door. "Alright, well if ya need anything, you can always come to me!" He said. Just as he was about to close the door, Conor grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in.

Dutch gasped as Conor pinned him to the wall. They looked into each other's eyes, silently. Dutch's face began glowing a crimson red, thinking that he and Conor were gonna get hot...

... but oh boy, was he wrong. He was terribly wrong. Incorrect, if you will.

Conor pinned his arms to his sides and shoved his head into his mouth. Dutch was shocked. He tried escaping but Conor was too much stronger than him.

Conor continued pushing the poor man down his throat until Dutch was completely trapped inside of Conor. Conor gasped as he took the last gulp.

He sat down, exhausted and a bit regretful, feeling Dutch struggle inside of him. "Hnnnghh.. stop..." he groaned. He lied his head back, feeling like he was gonna pass out.

Conor groaned as he closed his eyes, continuing to feel Dutch inside of him. He soon slept into unconsciousness, hoping that Dutch would stop moving by the time he woke up...

THE END NO CONTINUING IM DONE IM SO FUCKING DON-