"I'm not letting the two loves of my life get away from me," Jail angrily thought.
Jail clung to the bottom of the train. His thick arms supported him easily from hours of prostituting himself. When Katpiss and Puta boarded the train, he climbed underneath.
The train traveled at high speeds—topping out at over two-hundred miles per hour. The wind whipped around Jail's body and made Puta's poo congeal into a hard, mud-like substance on his chest.
After about four hours, the train began to slow down. The wind had torn Jail's pants off—exposing his voluptuous dumpy. He pulled up his trousers and made his way into the crowds. He had arrived at the Capitol.
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The Funger Games
FanfictionCOMEDY!! A comedic smut that is based upon the Hunger Games. All the favorite characters and storyline are there, with a little extra spice. Enjoy! - there is a lot of comedic poop jokes reader beware - a collaborative piece by H and W! ❤️
