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I mean technically I have a whole bunch of works to complete before I can look up dildos so technically it'll be a while. I keep hoping I'll find something that's enjoyable to make that I cvan make a lot of and then just churn through a hundred so so really fast. That likely won't happen, though.
So what happens is.... I make up a bunch of text files and leave primers in there. This one had the words "vampires" and "wrestling". I have no idea what I was going to write about, what I thought the good idea of vampires wrestling was. I'm just stumped. Kind of like Skunk in a Cup. I just can't process it.
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14/500","writing":" Wallace stood in front of the open freezer. He peered inside. His eyes surveyed the frozen goodies. Pizzas, taquitos, egg rolls, fish sticks, pizza rolls, miniature corn dogs, normal-size corndogs, chicken chips, fried macaronia and cheese bites, cheese sticks, jalapeno poppers and all manner of other frozen goods vied for his attention, all hoped to get picked. Two boxes were selected. The calico checked their preparation instructions. Neither were to be cooked at 400 degrees fahrenheit. He put them back and settled on the rising crust pizza. It was supposed to be Chicken, Bacon and Ranch flavor, but when he pulled it out of the box there was little semblance to the picture. \n He sighed and removed all packaging from the pizza. Wallace put it in the oven on the center rack. He sat down at the kitchen table and began typing on his tablet.\n\n\n \"Oh shit.\" Charles looked down at his bloody fox paws. \"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.\"\n Sheena was hemorrhaging blood from the gaping hole in her abdomen. All of her insides were pulsating and squishing out her life fluids. She gasped and stared at Charles. He was unsure what that look on her face was. It seemed to be hatred but it almost looked like \"see, I told you so\" at the same time.\n Charles didn't know what to do. It was implied that he had done this but the last thing he remembered before that moment was plotting with Emily and Jefferson. The three were friends, Sheena was an outsider. She was around, but no one liked her. Granted, Emily and Charles didn't like Jefferson, but he was their friend. Sheena was just someone who came around to ruin fun.\n \"I'm sorry?\" Charles started jamming both paws into the gore and stretching the flesh.\n \"Okay, that should do,\" Emily patted the fox's rear. \"You've had your fun.\"\n \"Emily! I- I don't know what I'm doing.\"\n \"You're double fisting Sheena's guts.\"\n Charles felt sick. He tried to keep it in.\n \"No, I mean. I don't know how this happened.\"\n Emily must have noticed his strain because she pressed the issue, \"Because you stuck both arms into her bowels but not through her rectum. You just jumped in like a vulture, happy to play in her shit tubes.\"\n Charls blew chunks into Sheena's body cavity. All over his paws, all over her insides. He tried to wipe his mouth off, but his paws were covered in blood and vomit. He threw up again.\n \"Haha, but seriously. It's just a matter of skipped causality. None of this matters as it isn't real yet. It will be.\"\n \"Is it because of your shitty lesbian powers?\"\n \"Nah. I didn't not do this.\"\n \"You didn't do it?\"\n \"Shitdamn, you fucking dumbass. I said I didn't [i]not[/i] do this. It's skipped causailty. Something didn't happen. And I didn't cause it. If I had to guess it has to do with power beyond our control.\"\n \"So can we fix it?\"\n \"As long as I eat some cookies.\"\n Charles started towards the sheep's cookie jar but he realized that Emily the superdyke probably wouldn't appreciate blood and vomit all over the outside of it. He frowned, first at his paws, then at the cookie jar, then at Emily.\n \"Fucklepiss. Guess I have to do everything myself,\" Emily sighed.\n She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was concentrating, trying to find her center, the rumbling power inside her.\n She breathed out hard then sharply inhaled, \"Super Lesbian Utopia: Teat of the Goddess, Virgin!\" \n In a flash, everything was clean. Sheena was no longer lying in blood and vomit. Charles had clean paws. Emily's panties weren't soaked with arousal. Jefferson's overalls weren't dirty from a day cleaning out the barn.\n \"GODDAMN IT\" Emily fumed.\n \"What?\"\n \"Uuuuggggggggggghhhhhhh.....\"\n \"What, Emily? Carpetmunching backlash?\"\n \"No just....unintended effects.\"\n \"What do you m-\"\n \"Look, Charles,\" Emily said as flatly as she possibly could, she put in an honest effort to expend no energy on projection or pronunciation, while still delivering her tired lines. \"It's our batty friend, Jefferson.\"\n \"How's it hanging, Jefferson?\" Charles covered his face in embarassment and exasperation.\n \"Oh, you know, it's been a topsy-turvy day, it's been hard to know which way is up!\" Jefferson laughed his gross \"hyuk\"-ing laugh. No one really questioned why he enjoyed his part of the bit. He either had lost his mind long ago or was blind to the retcons. It didn't matter. He was their batty friend, Jefferson, and he loved it. He loved as much as he loved his friends, Emily and Charles.\n \"Cuntshit!\" Emily interjected. She apologized to Jefferson and he looked at her, hurt, then continued, \"That's some sappy damn shit. Is that really how he feels? I can't deal with that. Charles. CHARLES! Your paws are clean throw a damn cookie into my mouth.\"\n Charles grinned and put the cookie jar under an arm, took the lid off and started rummaging around in the jar. His face fell.\n \"Charles. I'm waiting.\"\n \"Uh, there's...not any?\"\n \"Good one. Now throw cookies down my throat before I skullfuck you to death, you faulty fox.\"\n Charles didn't know why he lied. Emily always knew how many cookies she was supposed to have. She counted them multiple times a day. It was one of her hobbies and was likely developed to help cubs learn to count. She bordered on nuerotic about it, though. Maybe Charles won't be lying next time. Maybe there won't be any cookies, even if she knows she should have seventeen. \n Emily blinked and shook her head. She opened her greedy mouth wide like a hooker getting paid too much money. Even if it was a forced character trait, she was going to enjoy it. Charles started throwing cookies at her mouth. Most of them went in. Some bounced off her face, it was acceptable. She was living her best life. \n After what felt like simultaneously too long and too short, as is the case when someone is really getting off on their life's work, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, again like a hooker getting paid too much money. It was with flair and decorum, yet it was a necessary action. It almost contained shame, but her smile let everyone know that at least she thought of herself as a winner.\n \"Mmm,\" she licked her fingers. \"Where were we? Uh, I have to fix shit because Sheena shouldn't be dying yet.\"\n \"Shucks, no one should die,\" Jefferson pointed out. He wanted them all to live and be happy and be friends and, poor fruitbat bastard, that just can't be the case. Someone is always an asshat. Someone always wants to spread the misery.\n \"But it's Sheena,\" Charles indicated the deeryeena on the floor, in the spot where the gory mess was.\n \"But...\"\n \"Jefferson,\" Emily sighed. \"Technically none of this is real. None of us are real. Even if we were, this is an off-shoot of the main story. Think about it. When did I first start displaying super powers?\"\n \"You was always my super-special friend Emily, so I cain't rightly say.\"\n \"Emily, he's a lost cause, lord help him. He has never 'gotten it.' It's probably due to shock or something.\"\n Emily continued to try to unreason with the fruitbat, \"She's suffering. We can help by undoing it and then doing it better. Or not. What's happening is skipped causality, which I can work around.\"\n \"Shoot fire, but that'd mean we'd be causin' this whole blame mess anyway.\"\n \"Uh, right, but it wouldn't just be forced on us. And, we'd get on with this story and be able to continue our adventures together next time. Sheena may be hurt now, but if she's like the rest of us, she'll be fine next time.....certain conditions are met.\"\n \"Okay, but.... but try not to hurt her.\"\n Emily stuffed a hand down the front of her pants and started rubbing her vagina, \"Can't make any promises.\"\n Charles and Jefferson watched Emily. She felt a little uneasy about her magick being given up, she felt like her secrets were evacuating her body, but it was really just a touch of moisture, urging her fingertips inside. She squatted a little, spreading her legs, bending forward to get more torque from her arm.\n She started vocalizing as she fingered her pussy, but she hit a wall. Her magic was more focused, but not as powerful as it needed to be to exchange the current Sheena with the Sheena that should have been.\n Emily huffed, \"Don't just stand there, help me get off!\"\n Charles put the cookie jar right up to the sheep's nostrils so she could snort the cookie fumes. Jefferson started doing a jig, but stopped after a sharp glare from Emily. He just stood, staring, getting an unfortunate erection but trying to hide it. \n \"Guys, I need more, Jefferson, stuff my pink dick down that fox's throat while I inhale these joyous smells.\"\n Jefferson did as instructed. He pulled Emily's pink strap-on from Godknowswhere and made Charles deep-throat it. He laughed his depraved southern-tinged laugh as the fox sputtered and gasped for air. Jefferson started pissing his pants from the hilarity of Charles trying not to vomit. Both males had tears in their eyes. All non-foxes had wetness in the crotch. \n \"Oh shit yeah, time for another spell, faggots!\" Emily took a huge toke off the cookie jar and held it in her lungs a moment then said, \"Super Lesbian Utopia: Lips of the Goddess, Shameless Command: All Causality Restored! Uhnnnnnn!\"\n Emily forced one fist into her lonely dyke cunt and another into the pink strap-on half-way down the fox's throat. Charles vomited out the damnable thing and cried in the corner, covered again in stomach acid, but not in a hot vore way. She could see his regret and self-loathing.\n \"Jesus, what happened here?\" Sheena asked.\n \"Been waiting for you,\" Emily moaned, with her fist still in her junk. She was rotating it a little, feeling her knuckles nubble inside her.\n The deeryeena looka a little disturbed. \"So why would you be fisting yourself in front of the boys?\"\n \"Felt like it.\"\n \"She needed some dern girly magic!\"\n \"Jefferson, I'm your friend. I hate you but I care about you. Shut the fuck up.\"\n \"Why did you need to use the magic so much, Em?\"\n \"I,\" Charles coughed. He tasted stomach acid. It made him think of the worst parts of oranges and instant ramen. \"I was messy inside you and didn't know how.\"\n \"There was uh, Charles [i]was hallucinating[/i] and I decided to show him that he was having a bad trip from being so full of shit. Because he doesn't have an anus.\"\n \"I had a bad feeling the last time you were all looking at me like that. Then I ended up here and you are looking at me the same way again.\"\n \"Let's just say,\" Emily popped her fist out of herself. \"Unfinished business.\"\n\n The smell said it was time for pizza. Not really, because aside from the dough, the item in the oven didn't really have any distinguishing pizza qualities. There was ranch instead of pizza sauce. There was chicken instead of traditional pizza meat. Regardless, smells were filling the kitchen.\n Wallace got up to check on it. He opened the oven to see that the cheese had fully browned. It was way overdone. He turned off the oven and used a knife to slide the pizza onto a cutting board. \n \"It might still be fine,\" he thought, though he knew he was just holding out hope.\n He let it rest for 3 minutes as the package had instructed, then when about the task of trying to cut it. By the pressure he had to apply, he knew it was practically ruined. He'd eat it, but the [i]crrr-runch[/i] that happened with each cut told him that it'd destroy his gums. The cheese was solid and slid around with each press of the knife.\n Next time, he would have to use a timer instead of just trying to keep an eye on the clock.","writing_bbcode_parsed":" Wallace stood in front of the open freezer. He peered inside. His eyes surveyed the frozen goodies. Pizzas, taquitos, egg rolls, fish sticks, pizza rolls, miniature corn dogs, normal-size corndogs, chicken chips, fried macaronia and cheese bites, cheese sticks, jalapeno poppers and all manner of other frozen goods vied for his attention, all hoped to get picked. Two boxes were selected. The calico checked their preparation instructions. Neither were to be cooked at 400 degrees fahrenheit. He put them back and settled on the rising crust pizza. It was supposed to be Chicken, Bacon and Ranch flavor, but when he pulled it out of the box there was little semblance to the picture.
He sighed and removed all packaging from the pizza. Wallace put it in the oven on the center rack. He sat down at the kitchen table and began typing on his tablet.
"Oh shit." Charles looked down at his bloody fox paws. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit."
Sheena was hemorrhaging blood from the gaping hole in her abdomen. All of her insides were pulsating and squishing out her life fluids. She gasped and stared at Charles. He was unsure what that look on her face was. It seemed to be hatred but it almost looked like "see, I told you so" at the same time.
Charles didn't know what to do. It was implied that he had done this but the last thing he remembered before that moment was plotting with Emily and Jefferson. The three were friends, Sheena was an outsider. She was around, but no one liked her. Granted, Emily and Charles didn't like Jefferson, but he was their friend. Sheena was just someone who came around to ruin fun.
"I'm sorry?" Charles started jamming both paws into the gore and stretching the flesh.
"Okay, that should do," Emily patted the fox's rear. "You've had your fun."
"Emily! I- I don't know what I'm doing."
"You're double fisting Sheena's guts."
Charles felt sick. He tried to keep it in.
"No, I mean. I don't know how this happened."
Emily must have noticed his strain because she pressed the issue, "Because you stuck both arms into her bowels but not through her rectum. You just jumped in like a vulture, happy to play in her shit tubes."
Charls blew chunks into Sheena's body cavity. All over his paws, all over her insides. He tried to wipe his mouth off, but his paws were covered in blood and vomit. He threw up again.
"Haha, but seriously. It's just a matter of skipped causality. None of this matters as it isn't real yet. It will be."
"Is it because of your shitty lesbian powers?"
"Nah. I didn't not do this."
"You didn't do it?"
"Shitdamn, you fucking dumbass. I said I didn't not do this. It's skipped causailty. Something didn't happen. And I didn't cause it. If I had to guess it has to do with power beyond our control."
"So can we fix it?"
"As long as I eat some cookies."
Charles started towards the sheep's cookie jar but he realized that Emily the superdyke probably wouldn't appreciate blood and vomit all over the outside of it. He frowned, first at his paws, then at the cookie jar, then at Emily.
"Fucklepiss. Guess I have to do everything myself," Emily sighed.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was concentrating, trying to find her center, the rumbling power inside her.
She breathed out hard then sharply inhaled, "Super Lesbian Utopia: Teat of the Goddess, Virgin!"
In a flash, everything was clean. Sheena was no longer lying in blood and vomit. Charles had clean paws. Emily's panties weren't soaked with arousal. Jefferson's overalls weren't dirty from a day cleaning out the barn.
"GODDAMN IT" Emily fumed.
"What?"
"Uuuuggggggggggghhhhhhh....."
"What, Emily? Carpetmunching backlash?"
"No just....unintended effects."
"What do you m-"
"Look, Charles," Emily said as flatly as she possibly could, she put in an honest effort to expend no energy on projection or pronunciation, while still delivering her tired lines. "It's our batty friend, Jefferson."
"How's it hanging, Jefferson?" Charles covered his face in embarassment and exasperation.
"Oh, you know, it's been a topsy-turvy day, it's been hard to know which way is up!" Jefferson laughed his gross "hyuk"-ing laugh. No one really questioned why he enjoyed his part of the bit. He either had lost his mind long ago or was blind to the retcons. It didn't matter. He was their batty friend, Jefferson, and he loved it. He loved as much as he loved his friends, Emily and Charles.
"Cuntshit!" Emily interjected. She apologized to Jefferson and he looked at her, hurt, then continued, "That's some sappy damn shit. Is that really how he feels? I can't deal with that. Charles. CHARLES! Your paws are clean throw a damn cookie into my mouth."
Charles grinned and put the cookie jar under an arm, took the lid off and started rummaging around in the jar. His face fell.
"Charles. I'm waiting."
"Uh, there's...not any?"
"Good one. Now throw cookies down my throat before I skullfuck you to death, you faulty fox."
Charles didn't know why he lied. Emily always knew how many cookies she was supposed to have. She counted them multiple times a day. It was one of her hobbies and was likely developed to help cubs learn to count. She bordered on nuerotic about it, though. Maybe Charles won't be lying next time. Maybe there won't be any cookies, even if she knows she should have seventeen.
Emily blinked and shook her head. She opened her greedy mouth wide like a hooker getting paid too much money. Even if it was a forced character trait, she was going to enjoy it. Charles started throwing cookies at her mouth. Most of them went in. Some bounced off her face, it was acceptable. She was living her best life.
After what felt like simultaneously too long and too short, as is the case when someone is really getting off on their life's work, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, again like a hooker getting paid too much money. It was with flair and decorum, yet it was a necessary action. It almost contained shame, but her smile let everyone know that at least she thought of herself as a winner.
"Mmm," she licked her fingers. "Where were we? Uh, I have to fix shit because Sheena shouldn't be dying yet."
"Shucks, no one should die," Jefferson pointed out. He wanted them all to live and be happy and be friends and, poor fruitbat bastard, that just can't be the case. Someone is always an asshat. Someone always wants to spread the misery.
"But it's Sheena," Charles indicated the deeryeena on the floor, in the spot where the gory mess was.
"But..."
"Jefferson," Emily sighed. "Technically none of this is real. None of us are real. Even if we were, this is an off-shoot of the main story. Think about it. When did I first start displaying super powers?"
"You was always my super-special friend Emily, so I cain't rightly say."
"Emily, he's a lost cause, lord help him. He has never 'gotten it.' It's probably due to shock or something."
Emily continued to try to unreason with the fruitbat, "She's suffering. We can help by undoing it and then doing it better. Or not. What's happening is skipped causality, which I can work around."
"Shoot fire, but that'd mean we'd be causin' this whole blame mess anyway."
"Uh, right, but it wouldn't just be forced on us. And, we'd get on with this story and be able to continue our adventures together next time. Sheena may be hurt now, but if she's like the rest of us, she'll be fine next time.....certain conditions are met."
"Okay, but.... but try not to hurt her."
Emily stuffed a hand down the front of her pants and started rubbing her vagina, "Can't make any promises."
Charles and Jefferson watched Emily. She felt a little uneasy about her magick being given up, she felt like her secrets were evacuating her body, but it was really just a touch of moisture, urging her fingertips inside. She squatted a little, spreading her legs, bending forward to get more torque from her arm.
She started vocalizing as she fingered her pussy, but she hit a wall. Her magic was more focused, but not as powerful as it needed to be to exchange the current Sheena with the Sheena that should have been.
Emily huffed, "Don't just stand there, help me get off!"
Charles put the cookie jar right up to the sheep's nostrils so she could snort the cookie fumes. Jefferson started doing a jig, but stopped after a sharp glare from Emily. He just stood, staring, getting an unfortunate erection but trying to hide it.
"Guys, I need more, Jefferson, stuff my pink dick down that fox's throat while I inhale these joyous smells."
Jefferson did as instructed. He pulled Emily's pink strap-on from Godknowswhere and made Charles deep-throat it. He laughed his depraved southern-tinged laugh as the fox sputtered and gasped for air. Jefferson started pissing his pants from the hilarity of Charles trying not to vomit. Both males had tears in their eyes. All non-foxes had wetness in the crotch.
"Oh shit yeah, time for another spell, faggots!" Emily took a huge toke off the cookie jar and held it in her lungs a moment then said, "Super Lesbian Utopia: Lips of the Goddess, Shameless Command: All Causality Restored! Uhnnnnnn!"
Emily forced one fist into her lonely dyke cunt and another into the pink strap-on half-way down the fox's throat. Charles vomited out the damnable thing and cried in the corner, covered again in stomach acid, but not in a hot vore way. She could see his regret and self-loathing.
"Jesus, what happened here?" Sheena asked.
"Been waiting for you," Emily moaned, with her fist still in her junk. She was rotating it a little, feeling her knuckles nubble inside her.
The deeryeena looka a little disturbed. "So why would you be fisting yourself in front of the boys?"
"Felt like it."
"She needed some dern girly magic!"
"Jefferson, I'm your friend. I hate you but I care about you. Shut the fuck up."
"Why did you need to use the magic so much, Em?"
"I," Charles coughed. He tasted stomach acid. It made him think of the worst parts of oranges and instant ramen. "I was messy inside you and didn't know how."
"There was uh, Charles was hallucinating and I decided to show him that he was having a bad trip from being so full of shit. Because he doesn't have an anus."
"I had a bad feeling the last time you were all looking at me like that. Then I ended up here and you are looking at me the same way again."
"Let's just say," Emily popped her fist out of herself. "Unfinished business."
The smell said it was time for pizza. Not really, because aside from the dough, the item in the oven didn't really have any distinguishing pizza qualities. There was ranch instead of pizza sauce. There was chicken instead of traditional pizza meat. Regardless, smells were filling the kitchen.
Wallace got up to check on it. He opened the oven to see that the cheese had fully browned. It was way overdone. He turned off the oven and used a knife to slide the pizza onto a cutting board.
"It might still be fine," he thought, though he knew he was just holding out hope.
He let it rest for 3 minutes as the package had instructed, then when about the task of trying to cut it. By the pressure he had to apply, he knew it was practically ruined. He'd eat it, but the crrr-runch that happened with each cut told him that it'd destroy his gums. The cheese was solid and slid around with each press of the knife.
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