The room was extremely cold. Through the slightly ajar window, a cold gust of wind howled into the room. A large cloud blanketed the moon; killing its light. Yet, in the darkness, Chingly's eyes gleamed. One after the other, he banged Louis and Liam whilst they cried with agony and then, somewhat mercifully, he shot them to end their suffering. Three bodies now lay on the floor- their assholes tore and savaged to bits. In their eyes a wide, horrified, sickly emotion was plastered and their mouths hung open, gaping and black.
Only Harry and Niall where left. Chingly took a moment to breathe but didn't allow them to break their stance by the wall. Their limbs burnt.
"Niall?" Whispered Harry, croakily.
"Yeah?"
"I just want you to know that...even though we're both going to endure agonisingly painful and unbearable torture which will make the death part look fun...it was worth it just to be involved with you again," water rolled out of his tear ducts as he smiled, wholesomely.
"I'll miss you Harry," he whispered back, "it was worth everything."
Chingly had finally caught his breath. With a cold scowl he turned, his neck fat wiggled. Slowly he advanced on them while he licked is pink, wrinkled lip villainously and rubbed his hands together.
"Alright Crackers, prepare for my penetration of dea-" suddenly, with a loud bang, a bullet darted through Chingly's greasy forehead; splattering his vermillion, bright blood into their faces.
"Eeeeeek!" They screamed grabbing onto each other, short of breath. Chingly's body fell to its knees. Then it slowly edged forward to face plant into the floor which shook the room due to his tremendous weight. His back chub rippled. Behind his body stood their saviour, the hero of this tale, the father of all that is holy...
...Mr Krabs, wielding a gun and his strap on in all his glory! The sun rose from the horizon. It illuminated our Crabby Christ. He shone against the golden sky like a Greek, olympian god.
"Are ye feeling it now Chingly? Arr arr arr!" He cackled, triumphantly.
"Mr Krabs!" They beamed in unison as they leaped and danced with joy.
"Arr! 'Tis me lads. Ye thought that I was a figment of yer imagination did ye? Arr harr harr harr!"
"Gee, thank you so much Mr Krabs! We would have gotten bummed to death hadn't you showed up!" Laughed Harry. Niall got on one knee and held his big red claw. Gently, he kissed it.
"Is there anyway we could repay you, oh holy one?"
"Oh, of corse me boy! Why, ye could let me shove me Krabby Kock up yer sweaty anus while Harry over there shoves his cock up me arse! BUT, of corse, ye both would have to consent.
Ye see me boys, it doesn't matter how hard ye shove ye Krabby Kock up somebody's anus or for how long ye do it for that makes it fun- it's the consent! Consent makes sex much more enjoyable. Also, without it, yer considered a rapist/sexual offender and could be serving jail time. That ain't very good! So, it's important to ensure that all parties during sexual intercourse or even day to day intercourse clearly and willingly consent before hand."
Harry and Niall did indeed consent and the three of them banged, non stop, for the rest of the week. However all three of them died of exhaustion by Saturday and their souls where lifted to the heavens to fuck eternally in the garden of Eden They became the first 3 prophets serving at the lords will. The end.
-comment if you think this story should be taught to school kids to stress the importance of consent-
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