We've all read some, seen some... my friend and I were joking around and we each made quick terrible stories mocking ones that we had been laughing about. If you write like this, please... for the love of geezus... STOP.

My friends short story: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7858990/

I got a little carried away with writing it, butttt... It's the story of two gay furries in highschool (they're seniors so 18+) with a twist at the end.

ENJOY!




Sitting in class, Tony watched Stan... his eyes lingering over the un-muscled upper torso, skinny toothpick arms and the thick buldge in the front of his pants. Stan, now noticing Tony's gaze turned to face him taking in Tony's appearence for himself... Tony's white stained shirt stretched over his very large round stomach... the ketchup and sweat stains distracting from the fact that his shirt was too short and showed the bottom of his belly. Stan licked his lips and nodded his head upwards at Tony. Tony's eyes wide with surprise he held his fist loosely in front of his face, bobbing his head back and forth while pushing his tongue into the side of his cheek. Stan felt his slick member slide out of his quivering man-sheath stretching against his cotton polkadotted sweat pants. Tony turning his attention to his notebook in front of him scribbled furiously, giggling a bit as he handed Stan a folded piece of paper. Stan opened it and read the large printed letters, "I HEARD YOURE A BUTT PIRATE. DO YOU WANT TO SAIL INTO THE MOUTH OF THE WHALE AND FIND SOME BOOTY? LEMME KNOW IF I CAN WALK YOUR PLANK. xoxo"

Well, Stan seeing this couldn't wait for class to be over. Lucky for both of them, they had gym next. Undressing in the locker room the guys couldn't get enough... Stan trying to be sexy, slid the towel between his legs and brought it up to cup his throbbing bobbles. Starting to make a sawing motion back and forth dramatically for Tony... Tony then sliding his meaty paw over his own stomach with lustfully abandon, taking the time to circle his finger around his belly button and prod it in and out, biting his bottom lip skillfully sliding his paw back up to his plush juicy moobies.
After everyone had left them alone in the empty space they practically dove on each other, Stan banging harshly into the metal lockers behind him. Tony's hot breath as he whispered smelling slightly of onions and candy corn only arousing him more, "I want you to fuck me like I'm a SpongeBob piñata and you're trying to bust me open with your big wooden stick."
Stan looking deep into his lovers eye, as one was lazy and kinda of pointing into another direction, breathed heavily back "Only if I can Squidward all over your face and make you suck the Plankton outta my Crabby Patty..."
Well, obviously this was the final tipping point and they could not hold back their firey passions anymore. Ripping the towels away Tony took Stan into his mouth, his salty creamcicle hot with desire and pumping into Tony's gaping speakerbox. Bucking his hips wildly he grabbed Tony's ears and rode him like he was the only working roller coaster at the amusement park during closing time. Grunting Stan started to take longer strokes, poking his pork into the pothole. "I'm... gonna... give... you.. my... baby gravyyyy..." lingering on the last word he pushed in a deep as he could go, gushing his load into Tony's saliva cave. Happy with himself, Stan bent over the bench wagging his rear a little at Tony. Tony scoots over, spreading the asscheeks and licking at the puckered balloon knot. Then quickly stopping and standing, his penis in his paw he starts to push it into Stan slowly. Stan already moaning exclaims, "Yesss... yes, Tony... put your bologna pony inside me and take me to the races! Give me a few laps!" Not wanting to disappoint Stan, Tony slammed in hard taking away Stan's breath for a second just as a thundering crash was heard. Both looking around wildly they see a huge glass pitcher in front of them, filled with some sort of red liquid... before either of them could speak though a deafening "Ohhhh Yeahhhh!!!" was let out from this strange creature in front of them. It had a happy face with piercing black eyes. Seemingly at the same time, they recognized the new addiction to their private party... "HEYYYY KOOL-AID!!!" they shouted in unison. The Kool-Aid Pitcher Man chuckling so much that they got splashed with a bit of what tasted like Fruit Punch. "Didn't think to invite me to this party, huhhhh?" said the Kool-Aid man walking closer, Tony's love rocket still inside of Stan's blackhole. They both stammered to find the right words but neither found them in time before the Kool-Aid spoke. "Dont mind me, I'll just watch... or.. join?" Tony sparked by the idea that someone or something wanted to watch started thrusting into Stan once more... the Kool-Aid man reaching into his tan shorts and fisting himself viciously. Jerking it so enthusiastically that both Stan and Tony were getting sloshed with his red fruity jiuces as he towered over them."Oh, Yeahhh...That's right. Give him all your sweet sticky sugar." Already on the edge it was the Kool-Aid Man's words that finally made him unleash his steamin' semen inside of Stan right as the Kool-Aid Man climaxed. And together, they lay in a heap as they all panted. Leaning over and kissing Tony's sticky mouth Stan pulled back and smiled, both of their faces blissful until 3 simple words struck fear in them and made their eyes wide with panic. Flipping over and making lots of noise, Kool-Aid growled out throatily, "Okayyyy.. MY TURN!"

-fin-