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I'd never been too fond of anyone at my local furry brothel. They were all a little too flaccid and small for me. You see, I grew up in a small area with not many people interested in hardcore furry sex like I am, so I had to venture off from home and found myself attending a pretty seductive Furry Brothel. It's sorta like a normal brothel except it's full of "big-headed" furries, if you know what I mean. Now the only reason why I'm here is because I've always wanted to be a master of yiffing. A flaming sex raccoon of sorts. I'd always taken keen interest in the furry culture and classic Wattpad stories such as the "Snowtail: Arctic Fox Wolf" series. So when I was sent to live at this brothel, I was taken back when I realized a lot of the other furries here were all "Spongies," you know the kind. The ones who like to dress up as cleaning utensils and claim they're furries. I'm not really big on that sorta shit, but I didn't question it.
I settled into the new fuck shack pretty quickly, I was sharing a room with a few other furries. There was myself, a jabroni named Jamal, some chick named Fatty Patty and then there was one more guy named Shrigis. Shrigis was one of those "Spongies" I just described to you. His room was littered with sponges, mops, and other shit like that. He always had weird pornos playing too. It was sorta like trippy, midget porn. He also liked to furiously masturbate so his room always smelt like warm semen. It was pretty fucking repulsive, but he was a nice enough guy and we all got along well enough. We soon became a tightly-packed group of acquaintances.
It was the start of a new term for us all, and we'd all came back from home after spending the summer there. We would be working year round, but work labor laws prevent that. We all unpacked our things and started talking about what we did over the summer when we aren't having kinky furry sex.
"I learned how to masturbate using only a paper clip and a piece of string." Replied Jamal.
"I spent most of my time with my girlfriend, we watched films and played some Superman 64 together. The multiplayer in that game is really intuitive." Patty said. She spent a lot of time bitching about missing her girlfriend, but we were glad they got some time together. I hadn't really done much worth mentioning. I did the usual stuff, I went out to furry orgies and went on trips with my jabroni friends. Nothing really that special. I was just about to pipe up and speak when that bitch Shrigis interrupted me.
"I spent my time fucking the dental tools at the dentist down the street." We heard Shrigis say. "My Father is a dentist of sorts, so he let me come with him sometimes and explore the hospital. I got to grope and fuck dental equipment and teeth. Fuck cleaning utensils, dental tools are were the good shits at." We all stared at him a bit confused. Were you even allowed to have random strangers go into dentist offices? Let alone fuck the equipment? I didn't give a rat's ass anyway. We knew Shrigis was that sort of guy. He was known for getting into trouble for "the sake of his kinky sexual preferences" That was always his excuse.
We all spent our first couple of days getting to grips with our assignments. We all found out what we had to do. Naturally I had to study some famous furries and just mimic their styles, Jamal spent some money on a new furry suit to better fit his fursona, and Patty had to start writing more furry Wattpad stories. It was a pretty fucking erotic vibe when we'd all be at our dorms talking and giving ideas. Well, at least it was nice until Shrigis would start insulting us. That bitch. He'd never been the same since he came back from the summer break. He seemed more flaccid and small than before. We assumed something must have happened to him over the break, so we decided not to bust his balls about the subject. He never told us anything about any of his new Spongy projects. It was pretty normal for Shrigis to be reserved, but never this much. At nights he'd just cry in the living room while naked and then shut himself in his room, crank up his midget porn and not be seen until the next morning. The rest of us would go out to places, like going to orgies and conventions. Shrigis used to happily tag along but, not anymore. What a fucking bitch.
One night myself and Jamal had gone out for a long night. Tonight was fox pussy Wednesday, so we knew it was going to be at least 4 or 5 hours before we would return. Patty didn't come with us, she said she wanted to see if Shrigis was okay since he hadn't been fucking with us for a few days now. We could see her point and complied. She had spent the evening fucking his door and trying to get him to speak with her. Just before we left we saw his door open and Patty step inside before it was locked again. Thinking that Shrigis wanted to show Patty his midget porn, we left. We'd gone to a furry orgy. Those fox pussies are the shit. You should try it sometime. It was fun, but we didn't get home till around 2:03 am. When we got back, Jamal just said goodnight and went to his room to masturbate. I hadn't gone to bed yet, I was pretty fucking horny. Fucking always made me horny so I went into my closet and pulled out my raccoon flesh light. I was going to go back into my room when I realized something I didn't notice before. Shrigis wasn't in his room, and Patty wasn't in hers.
Due to Shrigis' strange new behaviour of locking himself in his room and waxing his carrot until early hours, and Patty never went anywhere without sexting us, this was pretty fucking weird. I went over to that bastard Shrigis' door and gave it a knock, and sure enough the door just opened right up. It wasn't locked or anything. I just assumed he and her had gone out with some of his "Spongy" friends, but it wasn't like Shrigis to leave his door open like this. I've always been a nosy son of a bitch, so I stepped inside to see if there were any signs that he had gone somewhere. His condoms were gone, his jacket was gone too but he'd left his wallet on his desk. The other thing that was odd was that he'd left his laptop on his cum stained bed, and it was still on. The screen was still lighten up. What the fuck was this queef up to? Curiosity got the best of me. Perhaps this could be my chance to find out about this Spongy project he'd been hiding. I mean, Shrigis was a "Spongy" so it could have been anything. I noticed that he had a USB plugged in, and two files on the screen. One was called: "Nude midget chode munching" and the other file was a singular image named: "chompers.jpg". I clicked on the "Nude midget chode munching" file and there was just pictures of some elderly midgets deep throating each other's chodes. It was fucking repulsive. I clicked back off the file and decided to check out "chompers.jpg".
The image would be forever burned into my fucking brain. Fuck man, that shit is so fucking spooky. 2spooky4me. It spooked me so bad that I slammed the laptop shut with my magnum dahng, ejaculating as I sat back. I wasn't sure if I wanted to lift the screen again, but I knew I had to or that fucker Shrigis would know someone touched his laptop. I lifted the screen again, staring at the image for a brief moment before clicking away from it nervously. I then made a decision. I'd go wax my carrot for a couple of minutes, then I'll need to show this to Jamal and Patty in the morning. This was some fucked up shite. I mean I knew that Shrigis was a weird ass kinda guy but this was just a huge fucking turnoff. I quickly bolted it back to my own room, masturbated, and then scoured for my USB drive. I eventually found it and darted back to Shrigis' laptop where I copied that shit onto my USB. I stared at the image for a little while longer. I was trying to dismiss the image as a mere photo manipulation but, there was just something so un arousing about it. Perhaps it was the black HYPER REALISTIC eyes, or the fact that whoever or whatever this creature was, was pulling up its mouth in such a HYPER REALISTIC and spooky way. It almost looked forced. Like whatever this fucking abomination was, was forced to pose in this way. I shook it off as a mere thought and fixed up the laptop so it didn't look tampered with before I went back to my own room. Soon enough I heard our front door open, then the sound of Shrigis pulling down his pants and masturbating. Then the sound of his bedroom door locking. Shrigis was back home.. But there were no signs of Patty. That fucking bitch. I'd like to rip his head off and shit down his neck.
The next morning I waited until Shrigis had gone out for one of his sex sessions, and since it was a Friday Jamal and I had the morning off. I decided now would be a good time to show Jamal the image. But not before I rub one out to some hot, greasy raccoon furry porn. After I climaxed, I asked Jamal if he wanted to see what Shrigis had been hiding from us, and he confusedly but also hornily said yes. I brought my laptop into the living room and loaded up my USB, and opened the image for us both to see. Jamal's expression fell into shock before he ejaculated.
"W..What in the actual FUCK is that shit!?" I could tell just by his reaction that both of us were thinking the same fucking thing. This couldn't have been an Spongy porn image. There is no way that this would pass as Spongy porn, would it? I mean sure porn can be creepy at times but, I can't imagine his clients would appreciate such a fucking atrocious and repulsive image.
"I know that Shrigis can be a creepy son of a bitch but..that isn't right. We've got to show Patty thi-" We both cut off one another. We paused briefly before looking at one another with confusion. Where in the fuck was Patty? I realized that she hadn't come back with that bitch Shrigis last night and neither of us had seen her that morning. When I explained to Jamal what I did last night, he began to climax. Patty was never the kind of furry to just sneak out and not tell anyone. I picked up my phone and began to ring her mobile. For a while there was silence. Then, just from Patty's room we heard a faint buzzing sound. Jamal got up and walked into Patty's room rather eroticly and came back out holding Patty's dildo in his hand with a kinky grin on his face. What a fucking dumbass. I yelled at him to put that fucking thing down and grab Patty's phone (which was very clearly ringing). Patty was gone, and we had no way to get a hold of her.
"M..Maybe she has just gone to a furry orgy and forgot her phone.." I stuttered. Jamal shook his head, groping his shlong out of nervousness.
"No, Patty doesn't go to orgies on Fridays you dumb fuck. She'd normally at least have hot, greasy, wet, kinky furry sex with us, grab her phone, and then leave! We know she lives on that fucking thing, she never stops sexting her girlfriend." He was right. Patty's life revolved around her phone, so we knew there would be no way she'd leave it. Suddenly her phone lit up. Someone was calling her. We both looked at the phone then back at one another, then ejaculated simultaneously. Jamal passed the phone to me. I brought it up to my ear before speaking. "Hello?"
"Hello sir! Is you refrigerator running?
"Y-Yes."
"Well then you better go catch it! AAHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The caller on the other end hung up. Suddenly, the phone started ringing again. I brought the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"
I recognized her husky voice. It was Patty's girlfriend "Ah! Patty there you are. Thank God you're okay...you didn't sext me at all last night or this morning..I thought something was wrong!"
I spurted a little bit, realising I had to break it to her that I wasn't Patty. As I spoke, I heard her girlfriend began to get upset. She was breathing quite heavily and I could hear the moaning sound someone makes when they climax. I felt so bad for her, but perhaps she could be my chance to find out anything I could about Patty.
"W..Where is Patty? She hasn't sexted me since last night. I thought she was just playing a joke on me but now I don't know." I looked at Jamal with a horny stare as he began to grope his dong a little bit. I put the phone on loud speaker and asked her: "Why do you think Patty was playing a joke on you? Did she say anything odd?"
"Yes." Her girlfriend replied. "She sent me one message at around 1:34am." I looked at Jamal aroused before I asked again. "What did the message say?"
"Help mah dirty ass."
I looked at Jamal with wide and throbbing eyes. Patty would never pull a prank like that on anyone, let alone her own girlfriend. She always told us how unaroused she'd be about her girlfriend getting paranoid, so we knew she wouldn't send a message like that unless she had a reason. I continued to speak with her girlfriend but I was getting fucking nowhere, so I reassured her that we know where Patty was and she'd be calling her back tonight. Her girlfriend seemed suspicious but just agreed and put the phone down. Myself and Jamal paced back and forth, we had no idea what this could mean. Why would Patty send a message like that?
We continued to yiff for a while, and decided until we knew where Patty was we were going to skip our furry sex sessions. Fuck. I was looking forward for those. We spent a long time thinking over things and began to write down the connections we could make. Afterwards, Jamal read out the list to me so I could think them over.
"First, Patty goes into Shrigis' room at around 10:09 pm. She is locked in his room. Then, we return home at 2:01 am. During that time at around 1:33 am we find out that Patty texted her girlfriend with a message saying "Help mah dirty ass." You discover that neither Patty or Shrigis are home yet. Shrigis' door is unlocked and his laptop is still left on. You find the image and then leave. You then returned to your room and heard Shrigis come home but not Patty. Patty is still not back home yet but Shrigis is...what the in the name of Davy Jones' Locker could this all mean?" I thought over it for a while, and then came to a conclusion. I didn't want to make this connection but is the only connection I could pull out of my ass. "Shrigis did something to Patty. We have to confront Shrigis tonight if Patty doesn't come home between now and tonight, okay?" Jamal looked turned off, but he agreed. Shrigis would be our only chance of finding out what happened to Patty.
Later that night, there were still no fucking signs of Patty. We knew that her girlfriend would be calling soon so we decided to turn the phone off. We didn't want to try and reassure her with false information. We waited until around 6:06 pm before Shrigis finally came home. He looked rather turned off to see us both standing there in the living room and he lightly placed his porno mag and purse down against the sofa, as we both stood up. Jamal spoke to him, and I could tell he was trying to keep from ejaculating.
"Shrigis, we'd like to have a talk..it's about Patty." Shrigis' throbbing mass began to expand ever so slightly, but nothing I thought was worth thinking over. He tilted his head at us, looking confused as he asked us. "Why? Is..something wrong?" I shook my head. I didn't want him to think we were accusing him of anything. We would never get any answers out of him if we straight up accused him like that. Shrigis seemed to look a little on edge, looking away from us as he scratched his balls under his baggy grey jumper. He pushed his rather dark black pubes out of his face as he spoke. "Then what's wrong? Is she okay? I mean I know she left her phone here last night so I suppose there wouldn't be any way to get a hold of her.." We didn't say anything. We weren't too sure on what to say to him. How were we suppose to ask him if he did anything to Patty without him being turned off?
I then realised something. It taken me a moment to realize it before I spoke.
"...You just said she left her phone here last night,right? How in the flying flowers did you know that?"
I could see Jamal's dick unravel. He just realised the same thing I did. How the hell did Shrigis know she'd left her phone behind unless they went somewhere? We already acknowledged the fact that Patty never leaves her phone anywhere, so how in the flying fuck did he know she had left it behind?
Jamal didn't answer us. He was silent for a while before he removed his trousers, pushed passed us and walked into his room, masturbating. We walked over to his door, banging on it harshly before he shouted. "Leave me alone! I have some Spongy porn to work on! I'm sure Patty will show up tonight just..stop being so un aroused!"
We just didn't know what to do. Shrigis clearly knew way more than he lead on, but there was no way we were going to stroke that out of him. We walked back into the living room and began to yiff. I ran my hand through my pubes. What the fucking shit bitch ass donkey butt munch is going on? I then realized that Shrigis had left his purse on the sofa. He must have been too horny to pick it up when he stormed into his room. I peered around to Shrigis' door, hearing only the sound of him rubbing one out. Fap fap fap fap. I knew soon enough he would be coming out to get his purse.
In a moment of arousalness I picked up the purse and emptied its contents onto the fucking table. I could see Jamal's magnum dong begin to throb before he whispered to me frantically. "W-What the shit fuck are you doing? What if he sees you?!" I didn't fucking care. I needed to know anything I could about Patty. She was a room mate, but also a furry sex buddy. I couldn't just leave this to solve itself. I pushed through documents and came across what looked like a ticket. I crumpled it up and pushed it in my pants, next to my erect cock, then I found a zip-up document bag. I pushed it into Jamal's hands and told him to go hide it. He complied and went and hid it in his room. I then quickly put all the other stuff back into Shrigis' bag and rested it up right like it looked before. I then got up and walked into Jamal's room while stroking my shlong.
I watched Shrigis go back to the living room and pick up his bags, before he walked back into his room again, masturbating. Jamal grabbed the zip-up file out of his pants as we both sat down on his bed. We didn't say anything. We just read the front cover of the file.
"Chompers"
It got me 100% flaccid. I knew that whatever was inside would have a connection to the image I found on the computer. But what we saw made us both climax at the exact same time.
It was a series of photographs. The first photo was a picture of what looked like an abandoned room of sorts. The walls were covered in penis wallpaper and the floor had lots of crusty cum stains. It looked like it hadn't been used in years. Then, the next photos were just pictures of cleaning utensils and dental tools. Fucking Spongies. It was a pretty big turnoff, but it was the next photos that made us both drain semen.
It was just photos of Patty smiling.
We flipped through every single photo of Patty, and in each one she had her fucking erotic toothy smile. Such a kinky smile, one of her most distinct features was her large front tooth. Just her left one. It always got us hard. But now it was no smiling matter. We noticed on the back of the photographs there were labels, and each tooth on each photo was marked. There we notes on the photos that said things like "grope" or "stroke". Jamal's dick deflated, and I was more turned off now than ever. We knew that we couldn't confront Shrigis about these photos, it would get us nowhere. We just sat in silence for a long time, staring at the photos with disbelief. Then I remembered the ticket I had found and stuffed in my pants. I reached into my pants with a shaky hand and groped my cock. After ejaculation, I grabbed the ticket, bringing to my vision. It read:
Group Ticket: 2
Location: Drury Lane
Time
We both looked at each other with aroused gazes. That was just yesterday evening. We knew exactly what we had to do now. We had to find where Patty was. We never saw Shrigis for the rest of the evening, and Jamal had become incredibly turned off. He asked if he could sleep in my room tonight. I said "Bro, you don't need to ask! Hop in!" While Jamal was sleeping, I groped him. After that, I printed off the turn off image for referencing then I had spent most of the night yanking my crank. I had already emailed our furry friends letting them know we weren't going to show up at our massive sex orgies because we "felt sick" and I checked how far away Drury Lane was. To my surprise it was only 3 blocks away! So I figured we could take Jamal's motorized shopping cart up to Drury Lane and figure out the location where Shrigis and Patty have been from there.
The whole time I kept puking on the chompers.jpg image. An unarousing thought groped its way into my mind. I didn't want to think about it but it could have been a possibility. Was the person in the picture Patty? Every time I thought about it I'd stroke it off, telling myself I was just turned off. But it would all add up. The timing, the midget porn..it all make sense. I didn't want to believe it, and I certainly wasn't going to until we found and groped Patty.
The next morning myself and Jamal got up at around 6:07 am and began choking our chickens. Then we began to get dressed. We wanted to be out of the fuck shack before Shrigis woke up, and we made sure to lock our own doors. We also decided to take Patty's phone with us. We didn't want to leave anything behind that would indicate that we were horny. We left the fuck shack and got into Jamal's motorized shopping cart. I had brought a long and small cock in my pants. I also brought a long and small bag full of different things such as the photographs, a flash light, a camera, a porno mag, a flesh light, some lube, and a note-pad with a pen. We loaded ourselves into the shopping cart and made our way towards Drury Lane. We were able to pin-point it with my buried treasure map I brought. X marks the spot!
When we got there, we found that we were in a rather ghetto looking area of town. The place was fucking deserted. All we could see were drug dealers and homeless midgets. We took out the photo of the room, and began to walk up to each little house. We pressed our faces to the glass to see if we could make out the penis wallpaper and crusty cum stains like the room in the photograph. We spent fucking weeks doing this. We then came across a deserted bakery. We looked into the window. Nothing. We were getting pretty pissing angry at this point. We just wanted to get Patty back. Jamal got so fucking angry that he went fucking Super Saiyan. He walked up to the bakery, and began fucking its wall harshly as he shouted from the top of his lungs. "SHRIGIS! YOU GOONIE!"
Just as he thrusted his massive erect cock into the wall one last time, we noticed the wall began to tear. Like a hymen. Jamal looked down at boner and realised he had tore what looked like a piece of jizzed on paper away from the stone wall. He then began to rip away the remaining pieces of paper only to reveal what looked like an outdoor basement. The doors were HYPER REALISTIC and covered with HYPER REALISTIC blood, but we noticed that the metallic handle was clean... Except for a few crusty cum stains. Jamal looked over his shoulder to me, and I began to masturbate. I quickly took a photo of my throbbing dick and the layout of this basement-like thing. Jamal then walked down to the doors and gave them a push, and to both of our surprise the doors were simply blocked by a giant cock; which Jamal was able to karate chop in half with ease. We then pushed opened the doors eroticly and arousingly. Who knows what could be kept in here? Probably a massive stash of porno mags from the 70s. Who knows?
If only we knew what was was coming, perhaps it would have saved us both from spurting.
As we stepped inside, we were met with a fucking scrumptious odor. It smelled like freshly baked muffins. The muffin smell got us so wet and horny. Jamal moaned and ejaculated as he pulled down his pants and began to furiously masturbate, drenching my face with semen. I swallowed his cum as I continued to walk. I pulled out my flesh light and began to insert my throbbing mass into it. After climaxing, I grabbed my FLASH light shined it inside the pitch-black stone room. I continued to walk, and we heard nothing. As we walked further into the room the scrumptious smell only thickened. It was getting so hot that Jamal ejaculated behind me. He quickly composed himself and stumbled back upright before we continued. As I looked around the room; my eyes met with something on the floor that made me heart race and the flash light drop from my grasp.
It was Patty's knitted sweater. It was the sweater she always wore when we went out for hot, steamy furry sex or to go to her job as a volunteer fire fighter. It was the same grey sweater with the same little torn threads on her sleeves where she would shove it up her vag. I could see Jamal from the corner of my eye; his dong just as expanded as mine as all the last of our semen drained. I picked up the sweater slowly, holding it up in front of me. I then pulled out my lube and dumped it all over the sweater. I then began to furiously masturbate with it. As I began masturbating, Guile's theme started playing. It was the most pleasurable experience if my life. My hand was groping up and my shaft so fast. After I ejaculated, I noticed there was a large and thick blood stain soaking all the way through the jumper. Almost as big as my shlong. It started thick from the collar and became thinner as it went down the sweater.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know what to think. I began to vigorously puke. Probably that Chick Fil A we had before we came here. I soon maintained myself and stood up again, holding the flashlight as I put the sweater in my pants. I pressed on. I found nothing from where I was standing and I heard a small light switch flicker on from behind me as red light filled the corner of the room..and then I heard him.
Jamal moaned louder than anything I had ever heard before. My stomach was in knots as I shined my light to where he was standing. He was standing over a large black cock. Did I say cock? My bad, I meant table. I watched him just stand there. "W-W-W-W-W-W-WHAT IN THE FLYING BUTT FUCK IS THAT!? WHAT A FUCKING TURN OFF!", ejaculated Jamal. Jamal then began to vigorously throw up all over me. I began to vigorously throw up back. This process kept repeating for several hours.
I walked over to his side, there I laid my eyes on the sight before me.
It was Patty. She was strapped down onto a table. But not just any table. A FUCKING HYPER REALISTIC TABLE, wearing nothing but her HYPER REALISTIC and very arousing jeans. Her body was covered in thick layers of Scotch brand tape that was keeping her strapped down. I don't have a bondage fetish, so this was a turnoff for me. One of her arms dangled down to one of her sides; but the other arm was nowhere to be seen. It probably fell off from masturbating too furiously. In replacement was just a taped up stub with FUCKING HYPER REALISTIC stains of HYPER REALISTIC blood under it. I could hardly breath, my shlong was so flaccid and deflated and my breathing so tight all I could do was stare. I looked up at Patty's face. Her head had been forced back, and we could see that her very arousing and erotic blue eyes had been violently gouged out; and in replacement was thick Aunt Jemima brand syrup that filled up the empty eye sockets. Her nose had been contorted and broken, snapped in many places... it kind of looked like Michael Jackson's. But the worst part of it all was her chompers.
Her jaw had been forced open. It looked like it was pretty painful. Glad that wasn't me. Anyway, we could see her mouth had also been filled with the same Aunt Jemima brand syrup. Tasty! Her chompers had been ripped out and misplaced in all different directions. Very un arousing, but very HYPER REALISTIC. I then noticed how her mouth had been stretched upright, her cheek tearing to reveal more chompers that had been pulled from her mouth. It gave her a horrible HYPER REALISTIC smile. Her face was covered in streams of her own dried up HYPER REALISTIC blood, along with some Aunt Jemima brand syrup. I stared at the hand that was holding the mouth open. It was her own. Ooh hoo hoo, it was fucking repulsive. Her own hand had been stitched to the ripped cheek. The flesh was torn and falling apart under her nails. Her nails were cracked and chipped; with staples and little threads holding the hand in place. The red fluorescent light created horrific shadows highlighted every grotesque feature that now was on Patty's face. By now, I was throwing up all over the body. Good thing she's dead! I hope...
I silently and numbly pulled out the picture of "chompers.jpg" and stared at it, then back to the real thing. I threw up violently and vigorously again. They were fucking identical. My shlong was so deflated and flaccid. Jamal brought a shaky and turned off hand over Patty's cheek; before he collapsed by the side of the table due to all of the unarousalness and HYPER REALISM. I could hear him ejaculating horrendously by her side, before he passed out beside me. I started to grope Jamal just for shits and giggles. After about 47 minutes and 17.28472928 seconds of vigorous and furious groping, something caught my attention.
I could feel the presence of someone else coming into the room.. and I knew now there was nothing we could do about it. I heard the doors slam shut, and the big black cock being placed over the door. I heard the sound of man meat slapping against man meat. I heard the sound inch closer and closer, until I could feel their presence behind me. I knew who was there. Or, I thought I did. I was surprised to hear the shouting voice of a senile old man.
"ZIP ZOP ZOOBITY BOP!!!"
I turned around. I was shocked to see a fully naked Bill Cosby. He seemed to be very upset about something. I watched as his massive 15.8738464 inch cock began to unravel.
"You guys have zip zapped your way into my secluded fuck bakery. Now you guys are going to suffer the consequences!"
Bill then began to violently moan in agony as the sound of a dentist's drill filled the room. A HYPER REALISTIC drill head popped threw the front of his face. His head suddenly fucking exploded. HYPER REALISTIC blood stains splattered the walls, spelling out the words "I'm innocent". His headless corpse fell to the ground, revealing what had been standing behind him.
It was that rat bastard Shrigis.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But it's okay. It's all for the sake of my kinky sexual preferences."
After hearing that, I popped a lugie right in that rat bastard's eye. That fucker didn't see it coming. Then I said to him what might be my last words.
"FUCK YOU!!!! YOU COCK SUCKING DICK FUCKING ASS PRICK DINGLE BERRY TIT SHIT BURGELING FART FINGERING DIARRHEA ASS MUNCH DONKEY BALL FUCK!!! YOUR MOTHERS DICK UP YOUR SHIT NOSE YOU FULL FUCKING ASS HOLE ANUS!!! FUCK!!!"
Then I decided to wax my carrot one last time. I grabbed the lube and the raccoon flesh light and went to town. It felt so fucking good. If only Jamal was awake to experience the erotic furry masturbation. That rat bastard Shrigis began to approach me. I knew well enough from here that I have should have just called the police from the fucking beginning. Fucking idiot. My fate was sealed but, I heard one more tiny sound that made me very horny, and my throbbing mass erect; before my vision faded away from me and my hands slip away from the table.
I could hear Patty moaning with pleasure.
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