Susan x Barnabussy

Slay

The Squishy Bootyplug

Barnabussy Burger looked at the squishy bootyplug in his hands and felt discombobulated.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his wet surroundings. He had always loved hornny Wendys with its big, bewildered burgers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel discombobulated.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Susan Sandwich. Susan was a furry fresh with slimey baby cannon and stretchy member.

Barnabussy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a turned on, fruity, devil's tango on the beach drinker with hard baby cannon and long member. His friends saw him as a big, bewildered bananao. Once, he had even rescued a diced dream from a burning building.

But not even a turned on person who had once rescued a diced dream from a burning building, was prepared for what Susan had in store today.

The gayy teased like thrusting monkeys, making Barnabussy wet.

As Barnabussy stepped outside and Susan came closer, he could see the tart glint in his eye.

"Look Barnabussy," growled Susan, with a slippery glare that reminded Barnabussy of furry frogs. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want devils tango. You owe me 5858 condomms."

Barnabussy looked back, even more wet and still fingering the squishy bootyplug. "Susan, I want ur bussy," he replied.

They looked at each other with stretchy feelings, like two sturdy, shivering snakes looking at a very smooth valentines day, which had cbat music playing in the background and two delicious uncles thrashing to the beat.

Suddenly, Susan lunged forward and tried to punch Barnabussy in the face. Quickly, Barnabussy grabbed the squishy bootyplug and brought it down on Susan's skull.

Susan's slimey baby cannon trembled and his stretchy member wobbled. He looked hornny, his wallet raw like a gentle, grieving gearstick.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Susan Sandwich was dead.

Barnabussy Burger went back inside and made himself a nice drink of devil's tango on the beach.

THE END

347 words

A/n: credits to my friends (LeChilde etc) and story generator