Sunday, November 8, 2009

Beastiality

Beauty and The Beast sat down to dinner one evening. The Beast was wearing a king's outfit. Beauty was wearing lingerie. It was Halloween.

"Pass the gravy," said Beauty. The Beast passed the gravy to her. She poured the gravy on her mashed potatoes like the shit grew on trees.

"Does that gravy grow on trees?" The Beast asked. Beauty ignored him. He asked this every time they had gravy.

Beauty slid the gravy back angrily. It sploshed all over The Beast's food.

"Rargh!" The Beast exclaimed. The Beast hated extra gravy more than walnuts. Beauty stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny?" The Beast asked.

"Nothing," said Beauty.

The Beast pushed lots of things off the table. They crashed to the floor with ease. All the appliances and utensils that were sentient beings were injured by this.

"Do you see what you make me do?" The Beast asked.

"I don't," Beauty replied. She had been blind many years from a rogue cum shot.

"How convenient," said The Beast. He stormed towards her with a fervor and picked her up out of her seat. She pounded and pounded on his back with her fists as he carried her all the way to the bed room upstairs and tossed her violently onto the bed.

"How dare you," said Beauty.

"Time for dick," said The Beast. He pulled out his fully hairy dick and dicked her then and there. Beauty moaned in delight like a delightful woman. He knew she was not one, but he dicked her anyway.

"Dick me harder," Beauty pleaded.

The Beast dicked her hard like a crossbow full of dick bolts.

"Perfect," said Beauty, "I am making cum."

Beauty made cum and it shot down her labia and out over The Beast's dick. His dick was so aroused by Beauty's cum shot that he in turn shot a few cum shots up into Beauty. Then, Beauty dripped his cum back out onto his dick and he came a second time from the sensation of this.

"I apologize for the gravy," said Beauty, with a sigh.

The Beast ripped open her chest and devoured her insides. He kept eating and eating until she was just bones and bits of sinew on the bed. He was, after all, a beast.

Later he went out and got himself a bunch of new women. Women with no cunty dispositions.

Moral: A bitch in time =/= nine.

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