Note: MY LAZY-ASS FINGERS DECIDED TO WORK AGAIN. Here's your "Uno Reverse scheme." Enjoy Sunnies!
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Tennis Ball was taking a shitty in the bathroom. Golf Ball was downstairs laying on the couch.
Tennis Ball had been dominating Golf Ball for as long as he could remember, but the question is, will it be role reversal?
Tennis Ball finished shitting in the potty as he stood up and washed his hands. He went downstairs and saw Golf Ball watching Sid The Science Kid. (Note: NOSTALGIA WARNING ;-;.)
Tennis Ball bursted out in laughter. "G-GB, are you watching-"
"YES I AM." Golf Ball said, looking hard at him. "I miss watching it, what gives?"
Tennis Ball shrugged. "I'd never thought I'd see the day when I saw YOU watching it."
Golf Ball only smirked in response to his reply. Tennis Ball only shot a look of confusion at her.
"Tennis Ball."
"Yes?"
"Why don't you sit by me?" She asked, scooting over on the sofa. Tennis Ball, without hesitation, sat down by her.
"GB, shouldn't you b-" Tennis Ball started to speak after a couple of minutes.
And that's when...
WHAM.
Tennis Ball was knocked unconsciously by the head. Golf Ball pulled out a Uno Reverse card out of her pocket.
"Hm. Let's see who'll be dominating now." She said, chuckling. (Note: NOT HER CHUCKLING-)
Tennis Ball was picked up and carried to the lab. Golf Ball went into the cabinet and grabbed the nearest rope or cord. She tied him up and sat him up straight on a bed.
"Wait. Something is missing." Golf Ball inquired, putting a finger on her chin.
"Oh. I have to wake him up, of course!" Golf Ball cheerfully said.
At the sound of very loud clapping, Tennis Ball woke up at an instant.
"Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up...after a long 2,763 minute slumber." Golf Ball started, chuckling dark.
"G-GB, can you exp-" Tennis Ball spluttered.
"QUIET." Golf Ball interrupted sternly, putting a finger to his quivering lips. (Note: UH, MA'AM WHAT!!??)
Tennis Ball was quivering in fear, trying to break free from the tight ropes. This was something that was super unexpected.
"Would you like a snack, TB?" Golf Ball said, twirling a hair strand. (Note: I'm referring to Tennis Ball.)
"W-well, I-I am a b-bit hungry, I guess." Tennis Ball stuttered. Golf Ball pulled down her pants right in front of him.
"Here's your....snack, TB." She said as she came closer to him.
"G-GB, I DO N-"
"ON YOUR KNESS." Golf Ball ordered him. Tennis Ball sulkily obeyed her and went down on his kness.
"Lick me." She said softly and sternly. Tennis Ball's eyes widened in shock, but nonetheless, he licked her clit clean.
"Ugh~" Golf Ball hummed with a deep voice. "Go faster."
"I d-don't wanna g-" Tennis Ball stuttered, afraid.
"GO FASTER, TB.~" Golf Ball. The shivering Tennis Ball licked faster, shaking.
"Good boy, TB." Golf Ball said, chuckling as she patted his fuzzy tuft of hair.
"Ha-ha. It's Cum o'clock, TB." She said pulling his underwear down.
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Golf Ball pulled Tennis Ball closer to her by the waist. Tennis Ball shrieked out, scared. He's never cummed before. I was hoping this would all come to an end. Golf Ball placed the vibrator under his 9-inch pinus. Tennis Ball, without warning cummed all over the bed. He was a blushing, and whining mess in front of Golf Ball.
"AHH....NGH~....UGH...." Tennis Ball screamed, almost ripping the bedsheets.
"There. Right there." Golf Ball said, stroking "it." "Doesn't that feel good, TB?"
"N-no, I-I m-meant yes." Tennis Ball said.
"If you're wondering why I am doing all this," Golf Ball said, lifting his chin, and putting him over her knee. "I'll explain real slow, and brief. Don't think I forgot what happened last month, TB. I saw how all dominant you were, making me your....sex slave. You know, being the "top" and all. Well, I figured. It's time for THAT to be turned around. Let's say we...switch positions now. You are the bottom, I AM NOW THE TOP." Golf Ball said, spanking Tennis Ball. (Note: DAMN. STRAIGHT FROM A BITCH'S MOUTH.)
"AHHH....I-I'll BE A G-GOOD BOY, I P-PROMISE." He replied, whining and kicking all over her knee.
"As long as that's clear," She said, rubbing his red-ass behind, I believe that's understood. You'll be the SLUT for me, won't you?" She teased, chuckling.
"I-I uh-" Tennis Ball stuttered blushing.
"WON'T YOU?" Golf Ball preyed.
"Y-yes..." Tennis Ball said.
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Ending: (Warning: This story can give you cancer! :D)
- 1: BRAIN CANCER
- 2: LUNG CANCER
- 3: THE 2,763 STAGES OF CANCER
- 4: EYEBALL CANCER
- 5: ASS CANCER
6: LIVER CANCER
7:
Bye for now! :D
