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(......well it's been only 2 weeks and uh......well here's a flashback of eariler)
Mr loud: you sure we should let the kids go for 2 weeks at Disneyland?
Mrs loud: yeah I mean the last time we had to bring our kids to our vacation we were kicked out for having sex at a pool during the night remember?
Mr loud: yeah I guess. I mean what's the worse that can happen?
(2 weeks later, the entire Disneyland is in ruins like it was hit by a nuclear bomb, the castle was on fire, the land marks are in an inferno, the mascots are vandalized, the rides are rusty and falling apart. And for some reason a leathle virus was spreading. The kids were smiling innocently at their peeved parents)
Mr loud:........ honey.......remind me to put Lori loud in charge of babysitting the kids next time.......FOREVER
Mrs loud: agreed.
The end
Mr loud: you sure we should let the kids go for 2 weeks at Disneyland?
Mrs loud: yeah I mean the last time we had to bring our kids to our vacation we were kicked out for having sex at a pool during the night remember?
Mr loud: yeah I guess. I mean what's the worse that can happen?
(2 weeks later, the entire Disneyland is in ruins like it was hit by a nuclear bomb, the castle was on fire, the land marks are in an inferno, the mascots are vandalized, the rides are rusty and falling apart. And for some reason a leathle virus was spreading. The kids were smiling innocently at their peeved parents)
Mr loud:........ honey.......remind me to put Lori loud in charge of babysitting the kids next time.......FOREVER
Mrs loud: agreed.
The end
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Big Bat Greedy Wedding
It was a calm evening in the currently silver dressed pony, Twilight, was waddling back to Cozy Cream after a long day at work. "It's been a while since I have checked up on Cozy Glow...Last time I saw her was when she was escorting those chubby customers safely away from the Woolly Wolf." The massive mare said to herself. She took a deep breath and squeezed into the parlor, waddling towards the kitchen where the little filly herself was making a special sundae. However Cozy Glow was not so little at the moment, she was massive and round at this time. "Hi Mama!" She said as she turns around and waves at the pony princess. "Hey, sweetie!" Twilight replies as she waddles over to Cozy Glow and waves back. "You are probably wondering why I am so big right now, huh?" Cozy Glow asks as she knew that her mother would be curious about this. "Hehehe, yeah. What have you been eating that's so fattening?" Twilight asks curiously, sure enough. "You know those Woolly Wolf customers that you told
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Plus One
The pain wasn't his nor were the sensations of scent: the burnt fur and the scorched flesh. The charred cloth and the molten steel.
Or rather, that last scent was his, but the sensation was not. He was a robot. Metal Sonic could feel nothing himself.
Nothing, that is, except for Sonic.
To his side, rocks rolled down the edge of the cliff, jumping along the shore at the bottom where they skipped and splashed into the sea of molten rock.
The magma, having already consumed his legs, lapped at his torso. The level was rising, or else he was still sinking, and once the lava reached his head, reached his hard drive, it would all be mercifully over.
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Unwelcome Guest
This story contains fetish content, (namely farts), read at your own discretion. Things couldn’t have been going better for Debbie. After months of saving up, she was finally able to move out of her parents house, into her very own apartment. Admittedly, she was a bit hesitant to rent the place out, as the pricing was… suspiciously cheap. But, given the much pricier costs of all the other nearby housing, she found herself much more willing to bite the bullet and make the deal. Of course, Debbie wasn’t stupid. She was sure to make a thorough examination of the place. The apartment certainly looked fairly lived in, but was by no means decrepit. All of the outlets and appliances seemed to work fine, and the plumbing was quite functional. Not even a single crack or stain covered any of the walls! The low rent still made Debbie feel uneasy about what she was getting herself into, but with rent so low, it was practically a steal! What could possibly go wrong? It started a week after Debbie moved in. The lass had awoken from her slumber, sleepily brushing her black, curly hair out of her face as she lumbered towards the kitchen. As she entered, however, she was surprised to find a lone, empty chip bag lying on the floor. That’s strange, she didn’t recall eating any chips the night before, had she? Besides, if she had, she would have thrown the bag away! She certainly isn’t a slob! A sigh escaped Debbie's lips, chalking the strange occurrence up to a hypothetical rodent problem… of course, there had to have been something wrong for the rent to be that cheap… Unfortunately, the problem would only get worse from there. Every morning, Debbie would wake up to find some sort of snack wrapper laying around on the floor, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in other rooms of the apartment. Hell, one morning there was even one in her room! As time went on, singular snack wrappers turned into multiple snack wrappers, eventually rising to the point that even her fridge was being raided. Admittedly, the noirette was beginning to doubt if there really was a rodent infestation, the tiniest hunch that something much more sinister was going on, starting to nag at her… Debbie found herself becoming much more uneasy the longer she stayed in that apartment. She found a strange smell had started to fester throughout her living space, reeking of rotting meats and, coincidentally, whatever foods and ingredients had gone missing the prior night. Furthermore she found herself uneasy sleeping with her bedroom door open at night. While the dark abyss of the hallway never seemed to bother her before, she couldn’t help but feel like she was now being watched. Out of the corner of her eye, she could swear she saw… something. Lurking within the black void, silently watching as she struggles to get some much needed rest. Her hallucinations unfortunately wouldn’t let up, even after she started locking her door at night. Debbie would spend the entire night huddled from head to toe under her covers. She couldn’t stand letting her head peek out, in fear that she’d see something she didn’t want to. A figure, hunched in the corner of her room, watching her intently. Sometimes it was there, sometimes it wasn’t. Debbie still wasn’t sure if she was simply just seeing things or not, but she didn’t want to risk it. Even during the day, she’d hear strange sounds, hellish gurgling and ominous bubbling echoing through the walls, never being able to pinpoint just where the sound was coming from. And the smell… god the smell. Everyday, the acrid, meaty stench that had begun to plague her home became more and more pronounced. No matter how much air freshener she used, the scent of a decaying corpse just never seemed to dissipate… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Debbie's eyes sprung open, waking up in a cold sweat. A quick peek at her clock told her it was around 2:30 in the morning, to be expected given the darkness shrouding the house. Debbie’s eyes began to survey her surroundings, while keeping herself mostly shielded by her covers. A loud metal clang had sounded out throughout the apartment, waking her up- someone was here. Hesitantly, the quite cowardly woman rose from her bed, grabbing the flashlight she began to keep on her nightstand. Flicking on the flashlight, she slowly, but surely, unlocked and opened her bedroom door, taking a step into the shadows of the hallway. The floorboards creaked quietly as Debbie tiptoed down the hall. She had a bit of trouble keeping the light steady, as in the moment she found herself unable to stop shivering, an usual coldness setting in. Step by step, she made her way towards the kitchen, the source of the noise, as well as the place where all of this weirdness first started. As she neared the entrance, she began to hear sounds… of chewing? Whatever was in there, it seemed to be snacking on all of her food, as it had done many times before. Taking a deep breath, Debbie entered the kitchen. She nearly screamed as she saw what sat before her. A strange figure, nearly pale as snow, yet still blending into the shadows, was hunched over on the floor, messy splatters of a red substance spilled all around. On closer inspection, the sludge appeared to be… marinara? It appears the thing had gotten the pan of leftover lasagna that had been sitting in her fridge, and had accidentally dropped it, spilling it all over the floor… and instead of cleaning up said mess, chose instead to eat off the floor by the handful. As the light shone on the being, it slowly ceased its scarfing of floor lasagna, and turned its attention towards Debbie. Its eyes, seemingly stuck wide open, stared into her soul, as marinara sauce dribbled down from its creepy smile. The being’s build was somewhat lanky, with worn, musty rags concealing its bony physique. Its hair was a deep dark black and looked incredibly messy, as if it hadn’t seen a good wash in years. Whatever this thing was certainly looked human, but something still felt off. …nonetheless, Debbie’s flashlight fell to the ground with a loud bang as she bolted back to her bedroom, cloaking the figure in darkness once again. After slamming the door shut and locking it, the cowardly woman had hidden herself under the covers, like a child fearful of the boogie man hiding in their closet. Surely, what she saw wasn’t real, right? She’s just sleep deprived! There’s no way what she saw was true! Her thoughts came to a hasty vault as she heard the sound of footsteps trudging down the hallway. Soft thuds against the hardwood floor sounded out, as the noise came closer and closer, stopping righting outside her room. And then… nothing. Debbie waited for the inevitable, door slamming open despite being locked, the sound of the steps continuing right into her room, anything. But, nothing happened. Hesitantly, Debbie removed the covers from over in order to survey the situation, before… POMF! All Debbie could see was darkness as something forcefully dropped right down on her face! Kicking and bucking around, she tried to remove whatever was on her… but to no avail. During her struggles, she tried grasping at what was on her, only to grab what felt like… thighs? Was the thing from before… sitting on her!? Sure enough, the apparition had merely phased through the wall of her bedroom, opting to take a seat right on her cute little face! Debbie wanted to scream… not so much out of fear, but more so out of disgust. Her nose was pinned right within the clothed crevice of its rear. The shredded, muggy pants the thing wore smelled as if they’ve never been washed before, and the smell of ass that invaded her nostrils was even worse… Things only got worse as a hellish gurgle sounded out… a sound she remembered hearing many nights before. Debbie began to dread what was about to happen… bbBBbfffFFRRROOOORRRPPT! …nothing could have prepared her for what had happened. This thing just ripped ass right in her face! From the demonic roar she heard emanating from the depths of its gut, she was expecting something much more sinister… that is, until the smell smacked her right in the face. That stench could only be described as sinister. The scents of spoiled cheese, as well as rotting meats burrowed deep into her nose, making her want to cough and hurl. It was then that things finally started to click in her head. That same rotting stench had shrouded the rooms of her apartment for the past few days… not only had the specter been eating her out of house and home, it had been ripping ass all over, like it owned the place! She wanted to scream to scream at him, but she unfortunately chose a bad time to open her mouth. BBBLLROOOORRRAAAAABBBVVRRPPT! Debbie was unable to stop herself from gagging as the horrid taste of rancid dairy and meat coated her tongue and blasted down her throat. Her second wind kicked as she attempted as she began to struggle once again, trying to throw the spirit off of her. Though, for someone so scrawny, as well as theoretically intangible, he was surprisingly strong. He seemed to be enjoying her struggle though, slowly grinding his rear into Debbie’s face, really rubbing the smell in. bbbvvrrrbbbrr… rrrmmMMBBLAAAAPPPT! BLRRPPT! PFFFRRRPPT! Debbie had learned her lesson to keep her mouth shut… unfortunately that didn’t mean it smelled any less terrible, as more blasts splattered wetly against her face. Said smell was starting to get unbearable, as what little fight that remained in Debbie began to slowly drain. With one last shove and a slap at the rear pressing down on her, Debbie’s limbs slowly collapsed on to the bed, admitting defeat… The apparition wasn’t letting this end so soon, however. Taking Debbie’s lack of energy as a sign of defeat, the ghost reached down and grabbed her arms. She shivered as she felt his icy cold, clammy hands grab her wrists… before yanking them straight up! The spirit began acting much more rough, rubbing his rancid rump up and down the woman’s face, while using his grip to pull her deeper in. BRROOOOOOOMMMPPPRPRPPRPPRRTT!! The noirette flinched at the force of this next blast… if it had not been for the fact that she was trapped under said fuming rump, the power of it could have been strong enough to knock her off her feet. Despite this, Debbie began to feel grateful, as the overwhelming stink finally started to lull her into a state of unconsciousness. However, it seems the specter could sense as well that she was almost out… Slowly but surely, the spirit began to rise up off the bed, levitating upwards with Debbie still in his grip. She could feel her body lift up off of her soft sheets, to the point her feet dangled just barely above. Before she could even process what was going on, the spirit dropped back down, slamming his rear, and by extension Debbie’s face, full force into the bed. And unfortunately, in tandem with that slam, the last of his pent up gas slipped out, in a sloppy, explosive finale BBBLLBLBBLBLBBLRRAAAAAAABBBRRRBBLBBBLRRRVVVVPPPRRPRPPT!! Even long after the slam, the gas continued to bubble out endlessly, buffeting the poor girl’s nose. The ripper had to yet to reach its conclusion as she slowly found herself slipping away, her vision becoming darker and darker… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sun filtered through the closed curtain’s of Debbie’s bedroom, as the young woman slowly opened her eyes. She felt absolutely horrible. Her head was throbbing, and her eyes and nose were suffering from a rather uncomfortable stinging sensation. Had… what happened last night really happened? There’s no way the events of last night could have really occurred, it was simply just too ridiculous to be taken seriously. Yet, she couldn’t shake the strange smell of meat that seemed to hang heavy in the air… Stepping out of her bedroom, Debbie made her way to the kitchen, wanting to brew a nice pot of coffee to help ease her nerves. As she entered the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief. The colossal mess that being had seemingly made the night before was nowhere to be found. Aha! She knew a ghost farting on her was too ridiculous to be true! After approaching the counter, however, she noticed a small note sitting next to the coffee maker. The note was written using a red sludgy substance, reminding her of the god awful marinara sauce from last night… which made sense, as the content of the short little note made her blood run cold. “See you again tonight.”
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