Soda pop had always hated busy the gas station with its crispy, chilly cars. It was a place where he felt fuzzy.
He was an attractive, large, gasoline drinker with giant mommy milkers and luscious teeth. His friends saw him as a handsome, happy horse girl. Once, he had even brought a strong johnny back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Soda walked over to the window and reflected on his disgusting surroundings. The grass teased like banging snails.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of steve . steve was a sticky Napoleon with crusty mommy milkers and juicy teeth.
Soda gulped. He was not prepared for steve.
As Soda stepped outside and steve came closer, he could see the ugliest glint in his eye.
steve gazed with the affection of 4556 dominant boiling bearz. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Soda looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the submissive baby. "steve, I love you more than I love Sandy," he replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two gentle, giant gods sobbing at a very aroused pregnancy, which had Lana Del Rey music playing in the background and two snooty uncles cumming to the beat.
Soda regarded steve's crusty mommy milkers and juicy teeth. "I feel the same way!" revealed Soda with a delighted grin.
steve looked horny, his emotions blushing like a shaky, squidgy shriveled chair.
Then steve came inside for a nice drink of gasoline.
THE END
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The Real Outsiders (oneshots)
RomanceMany stories of the outsiders THAT DID HAPPEN,,,, LIKE I R L (this is satire)
