Drabble me!

[Sherlock Holmes]

This whole thread.. I can't even.. XD

[CommunistZed]

Jorick and Christie
by William Shakespeare

Enter Jorick

Christie appears above at a window

Jorick:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the machete, and Christie is the spider.
Arise, grimy spider, and choke the rapacious gag.
See, how she leans her Hands upon her D!
O, that I were a glove upon that D,
That I might touch those Hands!

Christie:
O Jorick, Jorick! wherefore art thou Jorick?
What's in a name? That which we call a mouth
By any other name would smell as gooey
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Like a cheap hooker who was sexually abused as a child."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove scary.

Jorick:
Lady, by yonder rapacious gag I swear
That tips on a rock the hairy beard--

Christie:
O, swear not by the gag, the dominant gag,
That submissively changes in its cold orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise cold.
Sweet, submissive night! A thousand times submissive night!
Parting is such tender sorrow,
That I shall say submissive night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Jorick:
Sleep dwell upon thy Hands, peace in thy D!
Would I were sleep and peace, so painfully to rest!
angrily will I to my grimy mouth's cell,
Its help to choke, and my gooey mouth to tell.

[Hellis]

The Amazing Stranger

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Grif strode along the path, making for Agonizing Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Tiny Boulder, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Ass.

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his Hawt pebble just in time to face the Sexy woman who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.

The woman struck Sexily, and Grif barely raised his pebble to meet the attack. They fought long and Hotly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Grif found himself forced to one knee, the woman's pebble pressed to his Giant tit. "I am universe of Agonizing Castle," she said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Tiny Boulder. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you in a vagina."

But Grif had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his pebble with a twist, overpowered universe and pinned her to the ground. "What say you now?" Grif said, looking down upon her.

universe's cock shimmered Like a hipster who finnaly found edible, mocca flavored panties. "I have underestimated you, Grif. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Grif's desire was enflamed. His tit throbbed and all his thoughts were to grope universe like a star. Grif caressed universe's Ludicris cock and she responded. They came together shadely, and their joining was as incredible as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet rock!" Grif groaned and groped universe as dubiusly as he could.

"Ouch!" she yelled. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh," Grif said. "That's where I put the Tiny Boulder for safekeeping. Sorry."

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed perversely on the grass, forgetful of all but their annoying love. "We will stay together forever," universe said, and they began all over again.

And so it was that the Wizard Ass never got the Tiny Boulder and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.


.... I got nothing

[SmexySpiral]

THIS NEVER GETS OLD

[Elendra]

I decided to refresh my page, so same terms

It only got worse

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Butter and Jorick went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Butter hit Jorick in his beard with a big buttery iceball. It hurt a lot, but Butter kissed it provocatively and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really tubular snow man!" Butter said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Jorick said. "That would be more ersatz and politically correct."

"I know," Butter said. "We can make a snow blorb. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up chidingly and made a boring snow blorb. Butter put on an old movie for the D. The blorb was almost as big as Jorick.

"It looks runny," Butter said arrousingly. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Jorick said and held up an adequate bondage kit. "I found this on the D." He put the bondage kit onto the blorb's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the blorb, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like Natsume crawling up the ass of a giant pit monster.

Jorick screamed mockingly and ran but the snow blorb chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow blorb enjoyed him indecently.

"Nobody does that to my little Rectangular Loofah," Butter screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow blorb through the thigh. It fell down and Butter kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Jorick said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The bondage kit lay in the yard until an orgasmic child picked it up and took it home.

I think these terms make for near perfection.

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I...

can't even post this whole one

it's just

oversexualization

Here's a tidbit

Butter swept Jorick into her arms, bent him on the D, and kissed Jorick provocatively, slipping him the tongue and groping his beard.

._.

[Jorick]

Necromancy?



...

I regret nothing

Jorick and Christie
by William Shakespeare

Enter Jorick

Christie appears above at a window

Jorick:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the machete, and Christie is the spider.
Arise, grimy spider, and choke the rapacious gag.
See, how she leans her Hands upon her D!
O, that I were a glove upon that D,
That I might touch those Hands!

Christie:
O Jorick, Jorick! wherefore art thou Jorick?
What's in a name? That which we call a mouth
By any other name would smell as gooey
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Like a cheap hooker who was sexually abused as a child."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove scary.

Jorick:
Lady, by yonder rapacious gag I swear
That tips on a rock the hairy beard--

Christie:
O, swear not by the gag, the dominant gag,
That submissively changes in its cold orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise cold.
Sweet, submissive night! A thousand times submissive night!
Parting is such tender sorrow,
That I shall say submissive night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Jorick:
Sleep dwell upon thy Hands, peace in thy D!
Would I were sleep and peace, so painfully to rest!
angrily will I to my grimy mouth's cell,
Its help to choke, and my gooey mouth to tell.

I decided to refresh my page, so same terms

It only got worse



I think these terms make for near perfection.

- - - Updated - - -

I...

can't even post this whole one

it's just

oversexualization

Here's a tidbit



._.

You people are fucking ridiculous.

[Darkdrago666]

The Assy Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Rose Swan and Svenn went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Rose Swan hit Svenn in his feet with a big american iceball. It hurt a lot, but Rose Swan kissed it Huskily and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really gigantic snow man!" Rose Swan said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Svenn said. "That would be more clumsy and politically correct."

"I know," Rose Swan said. "We can make a snow Horse. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up growly and made a booby snow Horse. Rose Swan put on a bed for the arm. The Horse was almost as big as Svenn.

"It looks nervous," Rose Swan said penisily. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Svenn said and held up a jealous bench. "I found this on a block of cheese." He put the bench onto the Horse's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Horse, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like two wet fishes splashing in the sunsest.

Svenn screamed kyukilly and ran but the snow Horse chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Horse slapped him abrasively.

"Nobody does that to my little Penisy Door," Rose Swan screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Horse through the ass. It fell down and Rose Swan kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Svenn said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The bench lay in the yard until a grumpy child picked it up and took it home.