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9 years ago
The face that belongs under a butt...
So, one of my friends/masters has decided that I need to be used better. So he told me to put up a journal with a scenario for you guys to interact with. So here it goes and leave a comment showing me what YOU would do. Tthis can be written in the form of a short paragraph or RP style, or what ever you feel like. hehe
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THE SCENARIO!!!
The jex was carried to a public park by his werewolf master. He was brought to a park bench and now has his hands cuffed to the bench. The jexes head his laid nicely in the seat and is struggling to get out of the cuffs. He notices someone walk by (YOU) and says
"Excuse me, but will you help me?"
He has a very kind smile and is clearly a bit worried by this. It is also worth noting that there is a sign on the bench that says
"The Towns Whoopie Cushion"
What do you do?
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Hehe, go ahead and have fun with it.
"You're the town's whoopee cushion, yet nobody is cutting one on you!" I would jeer, the kindly smile replaced by a devilish grin. Despite his protests, I would settle in my new seat, scooting into a comfortable position and squashing the jex underneath my fat, musky rump. "That's no good, you need farts in your face, whoopee cushion," I would smirk, leaning over to one side to casually rip a big stinker. "Thankfully, you've got me to help you out, and I've got plenty of gas for you," I'd chuckle, passing some more gas, vibrating the bench a little as I fart.
I would sit there ripping ass on the little jex until my gut was running low on gas, only then getting up from the bench and releasing him from the rank, sweaty, musky confines of my gassy rump. I'd give him a little goodbye toot, blowing a hot fart right in his face before sauntering off, leaving him there stinking of farts.
Not that I'm even going to acknowledge you. Why would I?