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13/500","writing":" Leonard knew it was a bad idea. He'd bought the fifth of Fireball for a bachelor's party. The guys all laughed at him. He brought it along to the party \"just in case\", anway. They never got around to it. Now, months later, he was going to use it, by God, even though he knew it was a bad idea.\n It was early Christmas morning. The sun was not yet up. The fox's stomach was already queasy. He gathered his supplied before heading into his Den of Iniquity: empty two-liter bottle, enema bulb, lubrication, gloves, shot glass, plastic cup, towel, dildos, wet wipes, apple soda, and the accursed Fireball.\n He laid out his tools in the down stairs bathroom, determined to live up to the stereotype for Christmas. He put on some symphonic black metal and got to work, peeling his clothes off and folding them ritualistically, as if he were committing suicide. Skyclad, he poured himself a shot of Fireball.\n \"Time for bad life choices,\" he offered a toast to himself and his endeavor and threw back the drink.\n He nearly choked on it. It was too sweet, too harsh, tasted too much of chemicals and was nowhere near as cold as it should have been to be imbibed in such a way.\n \"Fuck me,\" he said and poured himself another shot, kicked it back, nearly gagged, and repeated the process.\n After the fifth shot, his body was revolting. He almost threw up. He also knew that if he vomited, the game would be over. There'd be no way he'd finish that damnable Fireball. He screwed the red cap on, set the traveler's bottle to the side, and poured himself some apple soda.\n He sipped on it a moment and thought about the abominable churning going on in his gut. On Christmas eve he'd had too many White Russians. He made them liquor-heavy, but there was still a lot of cream and sugar in his stomach, he thought. Now there was Fireball and soda joining the party. He felt like he was going to be sick, but he focused on the music. \n After listening to a couple songs, he refocused on his goal- drink the fuck out of that Fireball and play with some dicks.\n He poured himself another shot, took a cautious sip, then threw it all into his mouth and held it there. His plan was to destroy his tastebuds. As he waited, he filled the empty two-liter bottle with water that was just barely warmer than room temperature. He put on an examination glove. He squeezed the air out of the enema bulb, submerged the tip, let it suck in the water, then lubricated the shaft.\n He poured another shot, picked up his soda, swallowed, chased the liqueur, and put the other shot in his mouth, again holding it. It seemed less vile. His tastebuds were dying. The fox got on his knees with his drinking apparatus in front of him and the toilet behind him. He lubed a finger and prodded his anus until it felt like it would be willing to give. His penis poked out of it's sheath.\n The tip of the enema bulb was then worked in. He squeezed it firmly and evenly and filled himself with warm water. He swallowed the shot of Fireball. He refilled the enema bulb and emptied it into his rectum. He refilled the shot glass and emptied it down his throat.\n On hands and knees he waited, alternating taking a shot and a sip of apple soda. After a while, the Fireball wasn't so bad. There was a gurgle in his intestine. He stood awkwardly and sat on the toilet. A torrent of feces and water poured from his asshole.\n \"I can't do this,\" he told himself. The horrid shitting and the raunchy fartblasts were too much.\n \"Well, I'm already dirty as fuck may as well see it through,\" he reassured himself with two more shots. He wiped his butt and reapplied lube. He returned to his knees and resumed the Cleansing Ritual.\n He took a shot and emptied the enema bulb into himself four times, took two more shots while his body was processing the trauma being forced on it. He sat on the toilet and expelled fluid and shit. While waiting to see if his body was done, he eyed the fifth. It was a little over halfway empty.\n He wiped himself again and again applied lubrication to his anus. He stood. He dumped the remained of the plastic cup's contents in with the shit in the bowl and flushed it all. He filled the plastic cup halfway with Fireball. He stroked himself as he guzzled it down, gulp after horrible gulp.\n He felt like we was going to vomit but he knew better. He drank a few hearty sips from the apple soda bottle and peed in the sink. He ran some water afterwards. The sink was guzzling foxpiss and then chasing it with water. It was such a stupid thought but it made him smile.\n He poured another large dose of Fireball into the plastic cup.\n \"This one'sss...gotta last me a- little while.\"\n He sipped some apple soda and applied lubrication to the smallest of four dildos. He set it on the linoleum floor, got on his knees, aimed his fuckhole for the tip (making his ancestors proud) and sat. The dildo bent and slid, but he did get a good rub out of it. His dick got harder. A drip of precum began. He repositioned himself and using the gloved hand, guided the artificial penis up into himself as he planted is buttocks onto the floor.\n He let out a little moan as his dick throbbed. It had been a while since he'd played. He wanted to take his time but he was also very eager. He rode the smallest dildo for a minute, then pulled it out. He repeated the process with the next size dildo.\n He sipped the liqeuer and rubbed his penis and grinned a little.\n \"Time for bad life choices,\" he told himself again.\n He skipped the next size and went to the largest dong he owned. A knotted-dick monster cast in pure black. It reminded him of what outside must be like. It was a cold, brutal, black winter day. He rubbed it down in lubrication until it glistened and shimmered like black ice.\n He sat on it, the tip went in easily. The shaft was refusing. He ground himself upon it. If the dong were a mighty broadsword, he was a whetwheel. He would have his way with the blade. The shaft yielded. He was penetrated. The black point was in his bowels.\n As challenging as that was, the real struggle was the knot. It was almost the size of his fist. He threw all of his weight onto it but it wouldn't go in. He tried bouncing on it. He tried using the moment from reinserting the shaft. He tried flexing. He tried leaning forward, leaning back, sudden pressure, steady pressure. The knot wouldn't go in.\n There was a gurgle in his intestine. Leonard Hemisson rushed back to the toilet in a panic. He ripped the thick shaft out of himself in time for a hellacious torrent of green shit. It had to be the abundance of sugar from the Christmas Eve drinking.\n He was disgusted by his bodily function but was determined to try the knot again, all he had to do was wait a moment, clean up, lube up, and try again. He wiped and found he was bleeding. His body wholly rejected the knot and the dildo. He needed a drink. He drank the rest of the Fireball in his cup and started to clean his ass, wiping off all kinds of viscous, murky green fecal matter. He then started cleaning up the dildos. \n The smallest was covered in mostly clear lube. The next smallest had a tinge of red in a spot or two. The largest had large patches of vibrant red and gross green. \n \"At least the colors are appropriately themed,\" Leonard thought. \"Merry Christmas to me.\"\n He vomited. He wasn't surprised or upset. He was expecting a bad time and he got it. His Christmas plans were successful.","writing_bbcode_parsed":" Leonard knew it was a bad idea. He'd bought the fifth of Fireball for a bachelor's party. The guys all laughed at him. He brought it along to the party "just in case", anway. They never got around to it. Now, months later, he was going to use it, by God, even though he knew it was a bad idea.
It was early Christmas morning. The sun was not yet up. The fox's stomach was already queasy. He gathered his supplied before heading into his Den of Iniquity: empty two-liter bottle, enema bulb, lubrication, gloves, shot glass, plastic cup, towel, dildos, wet wipes, apple soda, and the accursed Fireball.
He laid out his tools in the down stairs bathroom, determined to live up to the stereotype for Christmas. He put on some symphonic black metal and got to work, peeling his clothes off and folding them ritualistically, as if he were committing suicide. Skyclad, he poured himself a shot of Fireball.
"Time for bad life choices," he offered a toast to himself and his endeavor and threw back the drink.
He nearly choked on it. It was too sweet, too harsh, tasted too much of chemicals and was nowhere near as cold as it should have been to be imbibed in such a way.
"Fuck me," he said and poured himself another shot, kicked it back, nearly gagged, and repeated the process.
After the fifth shot, his body was revolting. He almost threw up. He also knew that if he vomited, the game would be over. There'd be no way he'd finish that damnable Fireball. He screwed the red cap on, set the traveler's bottle to the side, and poured himself some apple soda.
He sipped on it a moment and thought about the abominable churning going on in his gut. On Christmas eve he'd had too many White Russians. He made them liquor-heavy, but there was still a lot of cream and sugar in his stomach, he thought. Now there was Fireball and soda joining the party. He felt like he was going to be sick, but he focused on the music.
After listening to a couple songs, he refocused on his goal- drink the fuck out of that Fireball and play with some dicks.
He poured himself another shot, took a cautious sip, then threw it all into his mouth and held it there. His plan was to destroy his tastebuds. As he waited, he filled the empty two-liter bottle with water that was just barely warmer than room temperature. He put on an examination glove. He squeezed the air out of the enema bulb, submerged the tip, let it suck in the water, then lubricated the shaft.
He poured another shot, picked up his soda, swallowed, chased the liqueur, and put the other shot in his mouth, again holding it. It seemed less vile. His tastebuds were dying. The fox got on his knees with his drinking apparatus in front of him and the toilet behind him. He lubed a finger and prodded his anus until it felt like it would be willing to give. His penis poked out of it's sheath.
The tip of the enema bulb was then worked in. He squeezed it firmly and evenly and filled himself with warm water. He swallowed the shot of Fireball. He refilled the enema bulb and emptied it into his rectum. He refilled the shot glass and emptied it down his throat.
On hands and knees he waited, alternating taking a shot and a sip of apple soda. After a while, the Fireball wasn't so bad. There was a gurgle in his intestine. He stood awkwardly and sat on the toilet. A torrent of feces and water poured from his asshole.
"I can't do this," he told himself. The horrid shitting and the raunchy fartblasts were too much.
"Well, I'm already dirty as fuck may as well see it through," he reassured himself with two more shots. He wiped his butt and reapplied lube. He returned to his knees and resumed the Cleansing Ritual.
He took a shot and emptied the enema bulb into himself four times, took two more shots while his body was processing the trauma being forced on it. He sat on the toilet and expelled fluid and shit. While waiting to see if his body was done, he eyed the fifth. It was a little over halfway empty.
He wiped himself again and again applied lubrication to his anus. He stood. He dumped the remained of the plastic cup's contents in with the shit in the bowl and flushed it all. He filled the plastic cup halfway with Fireball. He stroked himself as he guzzled it down, gulp after horrible gulp.
He felt like we was going to vomit but he knew better. He drank a few hearty sips from the apple soda bottle and peed in the sink. He ran some water afterwards. The sink was guzzling foxpiss and then chasing it with water. It was such a stupid thought but it made him smile.
He poured another large dose of Fireball into the plastic cup.
"This one'sss...gotta last me a- little while."
He sipped some apple soda and applied lubrication to the smallest of four dildos. He set it on the linoleum floor, got on his knees, aimed his fuckhole for the tip (making his ancestors proud) and sat. The dildo bent and slid, but he did get a good rub out of it. His dick got harder. A drip of precum began. He repositioned himself and using the gloved hand, guided the artificial penis up into himself as he planted is buttocks onto the floor.
He let out a little moan as his dick throbbed. It had been a while since he'd played. He wanted to take his time but he was also very eager. He rode the smallest dildo for a minute, then pulled it out. He repeated the process with the next size dildo.
He sipped the liqeuer and rubbed his penis and grinned a little.
"Time for bad life choices," he told himself again.
He skipped the next size and went to the largest dong he owned. A knotted-dick monster cast in pure black. It reminded him of what outside must be like. It was a cold, brutal, black winter day. He rubbed it down in lubrication until it glistened and shimmered like black ice.
He sat on it, the tip went in easily. The shaft was refusing. He ground himself upon it. If the dong were a mighty broadsword, he was a whetwheel. He would have his way with the blade. The shaft yielded. He was penetrated. The black point was in his bowels.
As challenging as that was, the real struggle was the knot. It was almost the size of his fist. He threw all of his weight onto it but it wouldn't go in. He tried bouncing on it. He tried using the moment from reinserting the shaft. He tried flexing. He tried leaning forward, leaning back, sudden pressure, steady pressure. The knot wouldn't go in.
There was a gurgle in his intestine. Leonard Hemisson rushed back to the toilet in a panic. He ripped the thick shaft out of himself in time for a hellacious torrent of green shit. It had to be the abundance of sugar from the Christmas Eve drinking.
He was disgusted by his bodily function but was determined to try the knot again, all he had to do was wait a moment, clean up, lube up, and try again. He wiped and found he was bleeding. His body wholly rejected the knot and the dildo. He needed a drink. He drank the rest of the Fireball in his cup and started to clean his ass, wiping off all kinds of viscous, murky green fecal matter. He then started cleaning up the dildos.
The smallest was covered in mostly clear lube. The next smallest had a tinge of red in a spot or two. The largest had large patches of vibrant red and gross green.
"At least the colors are appropriately themed," Leonard thought. "Merry Christmas to me."
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