True that. We just got a mandate to make the best DDR story ever =)
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Originally posted by Squeek
My mind says "GOGOGOG" and my hands go "wut no scru u ***"
It was a white world. Rita heard the echo of her name being called, but she could not find the source - everywhere, it was just white. She turned in panic, realizing that it was more than one voice calling her now.
Rita...!
She saw them. It was her mother, cradling her 50 lb. tumor. It was her father, bleeding from the forehead from a wound he took from the war. It was her Pad Keep-Up-playing ancestor, Oogabooga. It was her mother's 50 lb. tumor, gurgling her name fondly. They were all calling to her.
"Mom! Dad!" she cried, greatly offending Oogabooga and Tumor for leaving them out. She began running towards them, but slowly, the white world became black, and she realized she was staring into the backs of her eyelids. She slid them open a little, and a blood-stained ceiling came into focus.
Rita made a kawaii Japanese schoolgirl sound and sat up on her bed. "Myeh~" Though her fanboys were greatly aroused by this, she was not. It had been so lonely in her house lately. Her brother had abandoned her because he was far too suave to live with his little sister, and they had been paying the rent using the money they got for selling their mother's corpse to a plumber. Now the only other person that was around to keep her company was Lolita, Yuri's younger sister. Like Rita, Yuri's parents had died young, her mother to drunk driving and her father in a terrible elephant taming accident. With her only living relative dead, Lolita was too young to take care of herself, so Rita was happy to take her in for her dead friend. Not that it mattered, Lolita was out so much that Rita rarely saw her.
Rita stood and walked over to the fridge, it being the most logical place to search for items to satiate hunger. However, there were none. Rita frowned, and glanced over to the DDR SuperNova machine, which is what she had spent the month's payment on. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the impending threat of starvation seemed like a little bit of a downside. She sighed.
Not even DDR could coax her from her depressed - nay, emo - state. In fact, she thought, was there anything for her to live for anymore? What passions did she have? None. There was nothing.
Actually... she mused, glancing at the ceiling, there was always that hot gay guy. Ever since she had last encountered him, he would not leave her thoughts be. It didn't matter that he liked men, she wanted him with all her being. She wanted to moan into his steamy crotch as he let his seed spill into her throat. She wanted his tongue penetrating her lips - all four of them. She wanted his phallus shoved into every orifice on her body.
Her hands were in her pants. When did that happen? She quickly withdrew, and reclaimed her composure. He was gay, it could never happen. Hell, even if he wasn't, he wouldn't want her. Nobody would. She was fat, always covered in sweat from DDR, ugly, fat, and God was she ever ugly. She disgusted herself. She was REALLY hungry. Her eyes trailed back to the stain on the ceiling, and suddenly, sexual frustration, and cannabilistic hunger became one feeling.
She slowly slid her pink PJ top off, and her nipples hardened as they met the cold air. Her remaining apparal met the same fate, and soon she was completely nude on her bed. She drew a knife from under her pillow that she borrowed from the neighbour upstairs. [i]Just a fingertip,[i] she promised herself silently. The blade hung in standby above her pinkie, which quivered in protest. Waves of arousal coursed through her body. She felt herself getting moist, and wished she had a third hand to relieve her tension.
The blade fell, and she orgasmed so hard that any pain was lost.
Her moans were probably waking the neighbours, but she didn't care. She had to taste it now. She teased herself, playing with it on her lips before touching her tongue to it. It was salty, and tasted mostly of blood.
At that moment, the apartment door opened, and Lolita walked in on Rita's private session.
"Rita-san, look at what I got tod- WHAT THE ****ING HELL ARE YOU DOING HOLY **** YOU'RE NAKED AND YOU'RE EATING YOUR ****ING FINGER WHAT THE **** ARE YOU CRAZY ****ING A THAT'S IT I'M CALLING 911 THEN I'M CALLING THE ASYLUM BECAUSE DAMN YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR ****ING-"
More words struggled to come out, but they were drowned out by Rita's body. Lolita struggled to escape, but the leg muscles Rita had developed from her ridiculous amount of DDR playing had clamped Lolita's head between them, and Rita enjoyed the feeling of a tongue where she had never felt it before.
"I'm afraid we're out of food, Lolita-san," whispered Rita, "Do you mind if we stop for a bite?"
Rita let out a cackle following her ridiculously bad pun (she's insane and sex-driven, give her a break). She would not go hungry tonight.
Xel claiming that I am incapable of making mistakes and using that logic to paint me as scum does things to my body that I thought only Lewdy's stash could do
Originally posted by Funnygurl555
your hentai collection is commendable. i am both in awe and afraid of you
Originally posted by DaBackpack
might quit having sex every day and focus more on shooting myself in the testicles with an elephant gun
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