Key:
y/n - Your'e mame
h/c - Hair color
t/c - Tip color
f/c - favourite color
(c/d/p/p/w/r/j)/c - cock/dick/penis/pecker/willy/Richard/johnson color
p/c - pee colo
(c/d/p/p/w/r/j) - cock/dick/penis/pecker/willy/Richard/johnson
f/c² - fatty (as in bum) color
Author's Note: I loovvveee e drinking pee pee
Ooh la la
NOW LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!!!
Drum roll
You and the Sevroughs Snaipe were dangling approximately around the over because the when or why after who and the does because he did. ❤️
Then. It happened.
He looked at you. His eyes pooped out of his head. And, calmly, in his gorgeous, wet, throbbing voice, he said "WOAAHHHHHHHHHH HOT MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!!!!!!!!!!"
He looked your youthful, childlike carcass up and down. His hair completely stood up.
"That's not the only thing that's standing up" he said.
Obviously you were really uncomfortable. You left the room and went to your dorm.
"Haaaiiiiiii OwO" your folk, Dumplingmeister Rumpumtillo exclaimed gleefully.
"Hello my n-word!" You said eloquently, your skin glowing white.
Dumplingmeister calls you a slur.
Angry, you run full charge into his large, beefy, childlike physique. "Oh no you don't! News flash buddy, you haven't seen the half of it!"
However, Dumplingmeister, standing at a strikingly towering 3 feet tall, picks you up by your feeble baby toe.
"Hay Gurl! You ain't gonna do that to my y/n you heard a voice call" you heard a voice call.
You turned around to see him.
Talk.
Exquisite.
Super slaying!
Balder than ever below his wig.
"Roo Jochelle?"
"HAYYYY I came to slAAYYYY!!!!!!!!!! 🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩"
Both you and Dumplingmeister Rumpumtillo's heads turned in shock and awe.
Then you all started having a gay(mayble if you ba a gal pal or a hot steamy man) threesome.
Afterwards, your GYAT was RIZZED and MOGGED. It was so sore and tender and childlike you could cry.
However, someone came to console you. He smelled just of wood and old books. You, on the contrary, smelled of Cat.
His long, beautiful, Black (c/d/p/p/w/r/j) I mean his hair. (Author's Note: OwO Sowwy I so qwirky) And his Ravishing beauty. You stood stunned as he stood at the foot of your bed watching you in the pitch black darkness (you had night vision so you could see him. also his eyes were glowing red bc he's an alpha.)
"Ronnathew Loosassle. We meet again" he said eagerly but calmly and dully but kookily and casually.
"W-w-w-who is Ronnathew?????" You say in utter disgust and deliciousness.
"Well. Back before time itself...there was a couple. Austin and Ronnathew Loosassle. They transgendered all because they encapsulated all"
"You make no Cents Lol"
"Basically what I would like to inquire of the loneliness of your mind is when the lovely of them can do the sex.'
"Now Dady."
He proceeded to throw you into the air and spin you around on his finger like a basketball. He swung you from. Left to right by your toe, lifting you by only his pinky. He was big strong and you be like a babby.v . he Hooked your nose by his big toe and slammed you into the wall 37 times (like the 37 monkeys who jumped on 37 beds 37 little monkeys fell off and bumped their 37 heads the 37 mothers called the 37 doctors and the 37 doctors said no more 37 monkeys jumping on 37 beds.) and You SHRIEKED in pure pleasure and gut-wrenching terror and pain.
This was the love of your life.
His toes turned f/c and his f/c² bum stuck out TOO FAR. Too far man. too far.
He laid you down gently on your bed of spikes. His ((c/d/p/p/w/r/j) cock/dick/penis/pecker/willy/rqichard/johnson) stuck out and was taller than your 2-and-a-half foot tall body.
"Hey Bady, can I stick this pole up ya?" He asked.
"Yes!" You said.
He delicately stroked your body before unsheathing it from the unicorn undergarments holding it back. It was so wet, big, pulsating, throbbing, wriggling, backflipping, juicy, slimy, and alive.
"Bee Tee Double-U ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆§§§ Can I put this in PWEASE."
"Yah"
"Can I pleez."
"Girly pop I sayed YEST! Stick that reproductive revolver up my cooter before I slap you silly."
"Ok but."
He SHOVED it in so deep it literally came out the top of Your head. The t/c tip was so vibrant and neon that it almost blinded you.
"AAAAHHHHHH AH AH AH AHHHAHHHHHHHH OW OW OW ITBURNNSS HOLY POOP OW OW OW OW HOT AAAAAHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH." You said calmly in pleasure, your radiant h/c hair blowing in the wind.
"hey ... Ummm. ..... I have to go." He said.
"Go where,?" You would reply to the other because he ever so the asked to prompt a little responding word.
"go PEE!!!!!!!" he said fabulously.
"But--- $~∆P3¥-P00......."
IT WAS TO FREAKING LATE!!!!! His p/c pee was flipping ev'rywhere. (Excuse me language)
"You are my sunshine ♪♪...." You began to sing.
"My only sunshine.... ♪♪..." He harmonized.
The scene played in slow motion beneath your harmonic, opera-worthy, professionally trained voices.
The p/c pee everywhere. Both of your fab hairs blowing in the wind.
Just then you came everywhere.
And life was complete.
The End
