"guh" jessica moaned. she didnt recognize this place. last thing she knew was that she was eating chips (the briish kind) with bunda cornswaggle. wait.... DID SHE FAINT IN FRONT OF HIS HOT ASS????
"finawlly awake eye sea" a heavenly angel with slicked back dark brown black hair seeming to rise in front of jessica. "tea?"
she jolted up, and almost fainted again from the sheer sexiness standing before her. her face blushed persimmon orange.
"dew yew hauve a feevher or sometheing." bungalow cannery scrunkled that little area between his eyebrows in confusion, wondering why this .... vampire... kept blushing at him? i mean its totally not obvious or anything. "here" he gave her a cuppa tea that smelled (not) oddly of pennies.
"th-thanks, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i guess." jessica wanted to die, but she couldnt cause she was already dead, like the mailman. "anyhow... where am i exactly?"
"ah yes. i brought yew tew meh flat. it is the safest place in london besides the fuckingham palace. i hauve put up prohtective baurriers." he swallowed, hard. what was this strange feeling? "we can nauw plan aure next mouve without being bauthered." the man (vampire) had a serious expression, one he kept as he decidedly removed his suit jacket from his curvacious, voluptious, shapely, full-figured, rounded, buxom, bosomy, big-breasted, large-breasted, Junoesque, Rubenesque, opulent, seductive, sexy, alluring, sultry, sensuous, curvy, well-endowed, pneumatic, stacked, well-upholstered, busty, chesty, thick, well-turned, comely, pervy shoulders.
"YEs im listening da-" jessica replied in a overly-enthusiastic voice. shit, jessic thpught, i almost called him daddy. she sipped the tea, and it was fairly obvious that it was laced with blood. an alpha's blood 😈
"ahem. now, since i aum in fauct elon musk, as well as benedict cumberbatch, i caun easiley secure the ultimate fursuit four yew. houweveah, it will be your jaub to incite chauhs [kae-awe-se] among the discord mods." bitchface canary perched in the chair across from jessica, who sat awkwardly on a black leather couch.
the girl stood up abruptyly. "understood." she also had that serious look on her face. she was ready. ready to please brocooli circumvent. "i will need internet access, though."
"i aum internet access, princess," clockwise smirked, not understanding what this odd fluttery feeling was. he was just going along with it. "come." yes daddy uwu.
the embodiment of sexiness led jessica to a adequately-sized closet-looking thing, which, when bussy champaige turned the door handle, revealed an elevator. what is with this hot man and elevators? (disclaimer: none of these descriptions of benedict cumberbatch are reflections of my own feelings on the matter.)
as they descended, jessiva crooned at the feeling of being called princess. she never thought she could feel this way, especially after what happened with alex. she also had the feeling that she was forgetting someone very important-- someone crucial to their mission. oh well! i have bandwagon caulking now! teehee! jessica could barely stop herself from pissing. (ayo i need to tone this down, sorry guys.)
yet, there really was some strange connection between the two. for they could not help but stare deeply into each others orbs. perhaps it was the small space, or the culmination of emotions in the grand scheme of things, but the man-sized mosquitoes found themselves leaning into each other... as if a wind had blown their lips together, softly and slowly.
"what aure we doing?" the man murmured, incredulous at his own actions.
"haven't a clue," the girl whispered back, barely containing herself. "why'd you stop?"
it was a good question, one that the man couldnt seem to answer because he found himself not wanting to stop. There's no reason tew, he concluded, returning to jessica's alluring lips with unexplainable passion. together, they were in this space, alone, and afraid of the future. however, they felt in their undead hearts that perhaps they had already found it.
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the onceler held up his skirt, preparing for pregnancy. he always knew he was an omega, but what he was about to do truly solidified that fact.
he was currently in jessicas penthouse, and, being that it was his first time in this place, every nook and cranny had been upturned in search of something very special to the onceler. something made out of cloth and shaped like the thing you put on your foot.
ignoring the basics of biology, the onceler, being a mix of rage and pent-up... emotions, took the sock and [redacted] it up his [redacted] making him feel even more [redacted] that he couldnt stop himself from [redacted]. he knew that his plan was 100% foolproof because jessica was an alpha female.
"grrrrrr 😡," the onceer suddenly felt very angry, but very sad that hed been abandoned for some british man. "i will show her that im the only one whos in love with the shape of her." aggressively, he gripped the sock, deflated from the onceler's [redacted], and chucked it across the room. now, the series of events that occured after were nothing short of implausible, but they happened nonetheless.
the sock, with its immense weight from jesscias thick [redacted], landed precariously on the keyboard of jessicas open laptop. it had landed upright, tapping the letter "i." then, it fell dramatically, pressing a few more keys before finally hitting "enter."
it was then that the onceler's anger had entirely subsided, being replaced with trepidation. what he saw on the computer screen verified his fears.
he had accidentally sent "i-c-u-p" to the entire furry discord under jessicsas name.
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A/N: well that was unexpected. also i must apologize, the prose is getting less goofy 😔
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