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Well I guess it still is, just the funny man gets killed and it's a riot because the straight man is all matter-of-fact about it.
Moral of the story, don't take people's cookies? Or cooking pizza is dumb. Hmmm. On that note, I was going to have it end with the rising crust being underdone, but, well, that's not how it went.
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No need to ever think of it again.\n Wallace was a different kind of cat. That's what he'd been told, but he thought he was fairly normal. Calico with a slight mean streak when things didn't go his way. He could be fickle, indecisive, but those were cat stereotypes. He could be affectionate or cruel, as could most mammals. He didn't [i]feel[/i] like he was different. Obviously anything to the contrary was an overstatement at best and an outright lie at worst.\n He sat in his chair at his computer, opened a folder that contained many failed or ill-conceived projects, right-clicked, selected New Text Document, and took a deep breath. \n \"Let's do this,\" he told himself.\n For the first few minutes, his mind was blank. He kept looking at the time and getting struck with agony at how slowly it was moving. Then he began typing. \n\n He started by writing a fan fiction. It was easy. Characters were already made. Setting was already defined. Worldbuilding was done. All he had to do was pretend that he was 6 years old and playing with action figures again.\n \"You've stolen your last cookie, Charles,\" Emily said, buckling on a thick strap-on. \"Now your ass is gonna pay!\"\n \"Ha Ha Ha, you think you can fuck me? I don't even have an anus!\" he shot back.\n \"Guess I'm going to skullfuck you instead.\"\n \"What a shitty dyke, you could just suffocate me in your vagina but you'd rather don artificial manhood and try to make a point about neo-post-feminism by doing to others the same slights you perceive, based purely on anatomy and hatred.\"\n \"Shut the fuck up and choke on this pink dick.\"\n Emily leaped crotch first at the fox's face. She grabbed both of his ears as she thrust repeatedly. She forced his head up and down along the shaft. He gagged and tried to fight her off of him but she crossed her ankles behind his back. Charles threw up, but that didn't stop the pink onslaught down his throat.\n Emily fucked his mouth as he convulsed. Bits of partially digested food was being forced back down into him, his tongue and lips were coated in stomach acid. He couldn't breathe. He didn't think he was dying as the old lie of \"life flashing before your eyes\" wasn't happening. His lungs burned, deprived of function, or perhaps due to vomit filling them.\n Charles lost consciousness to a barrage of variations of the taunt, \"Not worth a cookie, is it bitch?\"\n Charles died. Emily fucked his mouth for a good ten more minutes just to make sure he wasn't just passed out, Necrophilia (and Charles) be damned.\n He was limp and heavy, her pink strap-on was streaked with his puke. It was disgusting but she pulled out, kicked him in the dick for good measure, then went and pulled a cookie from the jar sitting on the counter. She took a huge, self-satisfied bite.\n \"I [i]told[/i] you not to eat my damn cookies.\"\n She continued eating, thoughtfully. She furvently ignored the smorgasboard of horrid smells all about her as she did so and then ate another.\n She unbuckled the strap-on, washed her hands of crumbs and fox vomit, then leaned against the counter. She jammed a hand down the front of her pants and started to finger herself.\n Emily had been wet for some time, starting from when she noticed that Charles had ignored her warning. Everything had played out as she had planned and she was hot because of it. She knew she was going to fuck him to death, though she hadn't thought of facefucking him. It probably would have taken longer to fuck him to death anally but his screams and pleading would have been pleasurable.\n Thinking about that got her closer to cumming. She worked herself physically and mentally.\n Just at the moment she orgasmed, when her powers were strongest, she uttered the incantation, \"Superior Lesbian Utopia: Cunt of the Goddess, Rebirth!\"\n Charles sputtered back to life as cum christened him. Emily was squirting all over the filthy thing at her feet. When she was done she pissed on him, too. Charles was discombobulated. Exasperated, Emily picked up the gross strap-on and threw it at Charles's muzzle.\n \"Remember now, shit head? You fucking ate my cookies. So I fucked you to death. And then I revived you. Now you have to remember it and live with that shit. You don't get to just die after eating my fucking cookies.\"\n\n \"Fuck, that was some stupid writing,\" Wallace thought. \"At least my pizza is done.\" \n He went into the kitchen and pulled out the pizza, ignored the warning on the box to let it cool for 3 minutes before cutting and ended up making the toppings lopsided when he cut it with a knife that was too dull for the task.\n Wallace didn't even bother plating it, he took the whole thing into the living room on the included cardboard disc that was enclosed with it. Two steps into the room, it buckled under the bends mashed into it with the knife. All but two slices fell on the carpet, cheese side down.\n \"God [i]fucking damn it[/i]!\"\n He threw the other slices on the floor. \"Shit, all I want is some fucking pizza, why does everything go goddamned wrong?\" \n He kicked the mess and it scattered like a brood of cockroaches. Some went up the walls, some went under furniture, but it all went in different directions.\n \"Fuck!\"","writing_bbcode_parsed":" The oven was at 400 degrees fahrenheit. Wallace put in the supreme pizza.
Now came the hard part, he had to wait 20 minutes for not-delivery-fresh pizza. He had already rubbed one out while waiting for the damn oven to get hot. Now he had to find a way to stay busy to pass the time without getting so busy that he burns his dinner.
"Sure," he thought, "I could just jack off again, but that's not fun and I don't want to give myself blue balls when I have to stop and get the pizza out."
For the first time in weeks, he decided that he'd write. It was fairly benign. Could easily keep an eye on the time and could use the time as a limit as to how much he'd get done. Only twenty minutes. No way he'd make a novel and no reason to think he'd get anything more done than the linguistic version of doodling. He'd just start and see where the characters took him, see what setting developed. When the time was up, he'd put it away. No need to ever think of it again.
Wallace was a different kind of cat. That's what he'd been told, but he thought he was fairly normal. Calico with a slight mean streak when things didn't go his way. He could be fickle, indecisive, but those were cat stereotypes. He could be affectionate or cruel, as could most mammals. He didn't feel like he was different. Obviously anything to the contrary was an overstatement at best and an outright lie at worst.
He sat in his chair at his computer, opened a folder that contained many failed or ill-conceived projects, right-clicked, selected New Text Document, and took a deep breath.
"Let's do this," he told himself.
For the first few minutes, his mind was blank. He kept looking at the time and getting struck with agony at how slowly it was moving. Then he began typing.
He started by writing a fan fiction. It was easy. Characters were already made. Setting was already defined. Worldbuilding was done. All he had to do was pretend that he was 6 years old and playing with action figures again.
"You've stolen your last cookie, Charles," Emily said, buckling on a thick strap-on. "Now your ass is gonna pay!"
"Ha Ha Ha, you think you can fuck me? I don't even have an anus!" he shot back.
"Guess I'm going to skullfuck you instead."
"What a shitty dyke, you could just suffocate me in your vagina but you'd rather don artificial manhood and try to make a point about neo-post-feminism by doing to others the same slights you perceive, based purely on anatomy and hatred."
"Shut the fuck up and choke on this pink dick."
Emily leaped crotch first at the fox's face. She grabbed both of his ears as she thrust repeatedly. She forced his head up and down along the shaft. He gagged and tried to fight her off of him but she crossed her ankles behind his back. Charles threw up, but that didn't stop the pink onslaught down his throat.
Emily fucked his mouth as he convulsed. Bits of partially digested food was being forced back down into him, his tongue and lips were coated in stomach acid. He couldn't breathe. He didn't think he was dying as the old lie of "life flashing before your eyes" wasn't happening. His lungs burned, deprived of function, or perhaps due to vomit filling them.
Charles lost consciousness to a barrage of variations of the taunt, "Not worth a cookie, is it bitch?"
Charles died. Emily fucked his mouth for a good ten more minutes just to make sure he wasn't just passed out, Necrophilia (and Charles) be damned.
He was limp and heavy, her pink strap-on was streaked with his puke. It was disgusting but she pulled out, kicked him in the dick for good measure, then went and pulled a cookie from the jar sitting on the counter. She took a huge, self-satisfied bite.
"I told you not to eat my damn cookies."
She continued eating, thoughtfully. She furvently ignored the smorgasboard of horrid smells all about her as she did so and then ate another.
She unbuckled the strap-on, washed her hands of crumbs and fox vomit, then leaned against the counter. She jammed a hand down the front of her pants and started to finger herself.
Emily had been wet for some time, starting from when she noticed that Charles had ignored her warning. Everything had played out as she had planned and she was hot because of it. She knew she was going to fuck him to death, though she hadn't thought of facefucking him. It probably would have taken longer to fuck him to death anally but his screams and pleading would have been pleasurable.
Thinking about that got her closer to cumming. She worked herself physically and mentally.
Just at the moment she orgasmed, when her powers were strongest, she uttered the incantation, "Superior Lesbian Utopia: Cunt of the Goddess, Rebirth!"
Charles sputtered back to life as cum christened him. Emily was squirting all over the filthy thing at her feet. When she was done she pissed on him, too. Charles was discombobulated. Exasperated, Emily picked up the gross strap-on and threw it at Charles's muzzle.
"Remember now, shit head? You fucking ate my cookies. So I fucked you to death. And then I revived you. Now you have to remember it and live with that shit. You don't get to just die after eating my fucking cookies."
"Fuck, that was some stupid writing," Wallace thought. "At least my pizza is done."
He went into the kitchen and pulled out the pizza, ignored the warning on the box to let it cool for 3 minutes before cutting and ended up making the toppings lopsided when he cut it with a knife that was too dull for the task.
Wallace didn't even bother plating it, he took the whole thing into the living room on the included cardboard disc that was enclosed with it. Two steps into the room, it buckled under the bends mashed into it with the knife. All but two slices fell on the carpet, cheese side down.
"God fucking damn it!"
He threw the other slices on the floor. "Shit, all I want is some fucking pizza, why does everything go goddamned wrong?"
He kicked the mess and it scattered like a brood of cockroaches. Some went up the walls, some went under furniture, but it all went in different directions.
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