This was it that jerk Farhan has gone too far this time. Eazy is going to punch that jerx
right in his big jerky face. So Eazy went down to Farhan's apartment and knocked on the door.
Farhan opened the door in a jerky way but quickly started closing it seeing that it was Eazy.
Eazy forced his way in as Farhan tried to close the door. "I am going to punch you now." said Eazy.
"Oh no." said Farhan. Eazy started his punch right to Farhan's face got distracted by some drugs.
Eazy somehow managed to punch Farhan right in the ass. Farhan let out a small moan after getting
hit on the ass. Eazy tried to play it off like he meant to do that and continued to hit Farhan's
reddening ass. Each time Farhan let out a moan of pleasure. Eazy shrugged thinking "What a
masochist this guy is." But then he noticed that his cock had gotten quite hard during this time.
Eazy shrugged again and started to remove his robe. He then grabbed Farhan's ass and started to plow
into it with great vigor. Farhan started to moan loudly as his ass was violated. This continued for several hours. As the session came to a close Farhan said "I love you Eazy." and they kissed passionately as they both climaxed. Afterwards in the morning Eazy started to put on his robe and leave. But he felt like he was forgetting something and then he remembered. He walked back to the now sleeping Farhan and punched him square in the face. He quickly turned around and left with the biggest smile on his face.

Staff is willing to hand out rewards for the best stories. Don't let Volin take the victory by default.

i wrote two lines and gave up!!

In it to win it.

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It was twilight when Cheechlizard arrived in the deepest point of the shadowed forest, the exact hour the ancient Jewish texts prescribed for the goal he had in mind. His pockets were heavy with gold coins and precious stones, and more than once he stumbled over obstacles in the quickly diminishing light. At last, he came to a small, grassy clearing, and set about the task at hand.

Piece by piece, he laid stones in the fashion of an altar, carefully arranging them in the fashion the Rabbis had written about, and when he was finished, he laid a small stack of Jewgold atop the altar, sprinkling the blood of young Christian children in a circle around it. Satisfied, he began to chant the incantation he'd memorized in a laughable British accent:

ט טַק אִים בְּטַגְֿא שְ וַיר דִּיש מַחֲזֹור

"God of Abraham, God of Fury and Vengeance, multiply my riches tenfold so that I might deliver mine enemies to you upon the hilt of my sword wearing the finest of hats."

There was a noticeable chill in the air, a palpable layer of tension that quickly materialized into a thick fog swirling about the altar. His eyes grew as he squinted to see if, in fact, his gold had multiplied, but lo and behold what sat upon the altar was a young man. He was ethereal in appearance, a faint blue glow about him. Finally, the apparition spoke. "Fuk u, don't you know the most valuable thing in life is love?"

Cheech gasped. "Wot's all this, then? Who the bloody hell are you?"

The ghost spoke. "I'm Goasts! I'm tuff. I killed the uryeti."

Goasts moved closer to the shocked and rattled Cheech, placing a hand upon his shoulder. He knew what he needed: affection. Cheech shivered; the ghost's hand was cool as it pressed against him, but he felt a stirring in his innermost being. Suddenly, Goasts leaned in, pressing his lips against the Jew's. This wasn't like kissing a woman, no. This was like making out with a male ghost who you'd accidentally conjured up in the the dark thickness of the forest. Cheech's rugged stubble grazed against the ghost's delicate skin. "Ouch!" Goasts giggled. "It's like sandpaper. B)"

As suddenly as it had begun, their hands were clawing at each other, tearing away clothing, lips locking with an animal heat. Cheech dropped to his knees before Goasts, taking his tumescent meatstick into his Jew-paws and hesitated. "Is this it?" he thought to himself. "Am I about to become a ghost cocksucker?" He dismissed the reservations from him head, filling his mouth and throat with cold spectral tallywhacker. Goasts moaned. "Urf I'm gonna fuck u hard." He pulled out, then pushed Cheech onto his hands and knees.

Cheech tensed. He hadn't done anything like this before, and he was sure it would hurt, but the ghost-penis required no lube, and slid into his pulsating love tunnel smoothly and without pain. He moaned in a low voice, his body convulsing as Goasts pounded into him from behind like a jackhammer. "ARGGGH FUCK MY PROSTATE FEELS AWESOME." Goasts was gentle but firm, inducting him into the world of taking it from behind, and when they came, it was together. They drifted into sleep, but when the sun came up, Goasts was gone. In his place was something better than a companion, however: a mountain of Jewgolds. Cheech was sore, but he ran back towards Freedom City, eager to pump these new funds into the Player Economy.

this is hilarious

my vote goes to charlatan for the phrases 'tumescent meatstick' and 'Jew-paws'

it was really hard not to work in a reference to having a tail in there, but I didn't want to come across as trite and cliche.

Dagon walked through the streets of Gangland, looking at one guilty pleasure made manifest to another, not being able to make up his mind. Even having spent so much time in this hell-ridden wasteland, he was still spoilt for choice. He eventually decided upon the tacky but delicious Girl in a Box. He paid the grumpy salesman, his dick erecting and pulsing, turning larger and larger. Dagon licked his lips. He was going to have a good time. He lugged the box all the way to his apartment in Adminland, the fabled island where all admins could go to and have fun.

Opening the box, he was surprised as hell. "Emmah?!" He managed. "Yes, dear. I've come to make you feel good." Emmah's eyes twinkled, and she gestured to Dagon's ever-pulsing penis. "It must be such a pain to keep that beast inside your pants all the time." She dropped down to the level of his penis, pushing down his pants to reveal a large meat monster. She smiled, and started sucking it. "Nnngh!" squealed Dagon, as he leaned back on his chair, both surprised and aroused. He pushed Emmah's lips on his penis, shouting "Suck it, Bitch!" She continued sucking, harder and faster, until Dagon was about to ejaculate.

Then she smiled, showing long fangs, and bit down on Dagon's dick. "FUCK!" Dagon shouted, as blood sprayed out of Emmah's mouth and his groin, now penis-less. "HOLY SHIT!!" Dagon tried holding down the blood, and not making it spurt everywhere, but it was. It was spraying the ceiling, his walls, everywhere. Dagon was in extreme pain, but, being an immortal admin, he could not pass out or die. Emmah pushed her hand into Dagon's groin, and pulled out his intestines. "GUUAAH!!" She pulled out more, and more, and more, till his throat was pulled out of his groin, and the inside of his mouth, along with his teeth, popped out of his gaping mouth with a sickening "pop", and were in Emmah's hands, and what used to be Dagon's mouth was now nothing more than a dark, black abyss. "HGJKLSDL!!!!" He tried shouting. "Such a naughty boy!" Emmah said playfully, taking the penis out of her mouth. Your penis is still erect!" And she starting mashing it up, and throwing it down Dagon's throat. Dagon was about to protest, but now Emmah's ass was on his face, pissing and shitting down his eyes and his mouth, making him blind and repulsed. His face was now an unrecognizable orgy of shit and piss. Emmah cut off Dagon's head, and grinned.

[tradenet] 63Emmah says, "Selling chocolate sundae, $120."

Ammut waited silently for Gilmore to arrive in his apartment in Sweaty Palms. Just a few minutes before, Gilmore had mailed him a message, saying that they had to meet, and that he wanted to say something he had always wanted to tell him. Ammut had a vague idea what this was, and his member was hard and throbbing.

He could not keep it in any longer, and he had already started fondling it. "Mm, Mm, Mmm, Nnggg!" He squealed, and he ejaculated towards the front door just as Gilmore walked in. Gilmore was splashed with sperm, and for a moment was stunned, but in the next moment grinned, and his cock erected, ready to do what its master wished. He grabbed Ammut, and put his hands behind his back, pushing down his pants so he could have a nice view of his supple ass. Gilmore grinned and started to lick it, while Ammut moaned. "You like it, don't you? You naughty boy." Said Gilmore, spanking Ammut's bare ass, leaving a faint red handprint, before pushing his own throbbing meatstick in.

Now, his dick, being the creator of the universe, was fucking Ginormous. Bigger than most normal humans can handle, and even most admins. Blood spurted out of Ammut's anus. He could feel his rectum being pulverised, in and out, in and out. He shrieked and howled, and at this point he remembered.

Pre-collapse. His father, pushing his cock in. Him, screaming. Sperm splashed all over the floor. His mother was killed, her throat ripped open.

Ammut howled as he remembered, remembered his awful childhood, remembered all the things that his father did to him. He could not even remember his Father's face, for his childhood had been so traumatic that it had been blocked out. Tears fell out of his eyes, and snot came out of his nose, until his face was a mess of mucus and tears. And yet he kept crying. And yet, Gilmore for some reason, having heard his crying, became larger, and blood spilled all over the floor of the apartment, spraying out like an enema. He was pushing it in and out, faster and faster, faster and faster. And finally, his dick erupted into a climax.

His dick sprayed out bucketfuls of cum into Ammut's ass, spraying into his stomach, and Ammut started vomiting it out, blood and sperm, onto the apartment floor. He was speechless. Gilmore grunted, satisfied, and said, "That was a nice fuck... Son." Ammut slowly turned his eyes in horror to Gilmore. And slowly, he remembered. Gilmore was his father. There was no mistaking it. He had not even seemed to age. "I-Impossible..." said Ammut. Gilmore grinned. "I created everyone by fucking their moms, Son. I'm the Creator. I can do anything I want. Even Davey? Your sex partner? Oh, you thought I didn't know? I did know, I knew only too well, I was him." And Ammut's eyes widened in carnal fear, and he started to run, but Gilmore grabbed him by his ass, grabbing him so hard that blood sprayed everywhere. And he put it in, while Ammut shrieked and howled, and erupted in a climax larger than before, exploding Ammut in a shower of blood and meat and sperm, and the whole apartment was sprayed in colors of red and white.

Gilmore grinned, tapping his message to Dagon. Oh, we have to meet, there's something I always wanted to tell you...

In the coolest way possible, i replied to this as "i wouldnt touch dagon's dick with a 20 foot pole"
Broseidon replies "Good thing dagons dick is 20 foot long"

Dagon you owe him big tiem

It's true, you know.

I actually just made a new fanfic, which was requested by a particular someone, and involving that someone and several tentacle rapers. Unfortunately, I've been told by the requester not to show everyone. Sorry.

Is it me? Am I that requester?