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That's what the "debreasting" tag was about?
Holy shit.
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About that fanfic where the gay author makes villains gay. He legit added Frollo into his group and saying how he hopes the character learns to accept alphabet people. You know the same guy who wanted to hate rape a woman and also commit genocide on said woman's kind.
Yeah I'm sure that guy will accept gays.
Yeah I'm sure that guy will accept gays.
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Ah neat, a what if fanfiction. They can show you an interesting alternative to a story and if the author is creative and a good writer, they can be quite a blast!
Wait...
Uh-oh...
UH-OH...
Why can’t we have nice things...
I’ll try to read this later to see if this is really that bad, but going by the reviews, it gets pretty sickening.
Also for those who don’t know anything about Hunter X Hunter, Hisoka is like a creepy clown magician and Gon is a 12 years old. Why can't they leave the kids alone?
yaay pelleds
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Hi, longtime lurker, first-time poster, yadda yadda yadda. Check this bitch out:
(Link/Archive)
This guy's particularly great because you don't need to know anything about the series that he writes fanfiction about, though notably he does fixate himself on Ann of Persona 5 (and, by extension, the game proper) quite a bit.
In his profile you'll find that a lot of his works consist of what he refers to as his "Cacophobe-Ann AU," where Ann invariably lets out her True and Honest feelings on the absolute scum that permeates this world: ugly people.
There's a lot to get into—maybe more than I need to, for the time being, but suffice it to say that it isn't just Ann that shares these opinions.
(Link) (It seems there's some trouble archiving actual fanfiction, if there's any way that I can, I'd love to hear it! Apologies, nevertheless.)
This except is of his "Ugly-Looking People Must Die" fanfic, as pictured above, one of many fanfictions that he uses to vent out his righteous frustrations. This specific fanfiction is the one I've personally been keeping up with, for the past few days he's been consistently updating it with whatever ramblings that cross the otherwise empty highway in his head.
I plead with you to delve into this man's writings and to look into his works yourself, if you're interested. For now, though, I'll call attention to chapter 17 over there, "October 21st."
My man has plans.
(Link/Archive)
This guy's particularly great because you don't need to know anything about the series that he writes fanfiction about, though notably he does fixate himself on Ann of Persona 5 (and, by extension, the game proper) quite a bit.
In his profile you'll find that a lot of his works consist of what he refers to as his "Cacophobe-Ann AU," where Ann invariably lets out her True and Honest feelings on the absolute scum that permeates this world: ugly people.
There's a lot to get into—maybe more than I need to, for the time being, but suffice it to say that it isn't just Ann that shares these opinions.
(Link) (It seems there's some trouble archiving actual fanfiction, if there's any way that I can, I'd love to hear it! Apologies, nevertheless.)
This except is of his "Ugly-Looking People Must Die" fanfic, as pictured above, one of many fanfictions that he uses to vent out his righteous frustrations. This specific fanfiction is the one I've personally been keeping up with, for the past few days he's been consistently updating it with whatever ramblings that cross the otherwise empty highway in his head.
I plead with you to delve into this man's writings and to look into his works yourself, if you're interested. For now, though, I'll call attention to chapter 17 over there, "October 21st."
My man has plans.
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If someone finds a better plae to put this let me know.
I found a set of books that talk about children and fanfiction of turning them transgender.
Some of these are adults but some are definetly children.
I found a set of books that talk about children and fanfiction of turning them transgender.
Some of these are adults but some are definetly children.
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Feels like a troll. Pretty amusing either way
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I don't know about you, but that sounds like the funniest concept for an AU I've ever heard, especially considering that the very first palace ruler in Persona 5 is Kamoshida, the gym teacher and invariably ugly motherfucker.
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I'm only seeing the last picture, the one of the comments section.
Ah neat, a what if fanfiction. They can show you an interesting alternative to a story and if the author is creative and a good writer, they can be quite a blast!
Wait...
Uh-oh...
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UH-OH...
Why can’t we have nice things...
I’ll try to read this later to see if this is really that bad, but going by the reviews, it gets pretty sickening.
Also for those who don’t know anything about Hunter X Hunter, Hisoka is like a creepy clown magician and Gon is a 12 years old. Why can't they leave the kids alone?
But, I have a contribution too. Killua (also from Hunter x Hunter) has to discourage Gon from going into an incredibly dangerous fight. His solution?
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Whoever had the 'Just Wesker Taking a Shit' fic posted here there's one in the MGS fandom of Ocelot and Kaz fucking while one has diarrhea/constipation/general shittery. Literally. The author has a scat fetish and, if I heard right, used to sell dildos - that she used to use.
Author.
Here's a sample.
And from Chapter 2:
I don't get this obsession with shit stories. Everyone shits, everyone gets food poisoning, but taking a dump is one thing most readers don't want to read. It's a primal reaction. And not one to be sexualized either. The author here should take some inspiration from the Gunt.
Author.
Here's a sample.
Apparently it wasn't just him feeling under the weather today, the room smelt worse than the barnyard, with just a hint of vomit under the smell of rotten shit and sweat. Every stall was occupied, and there was a line.
Fortunately though, just as he came through the door, one was vacated.
Making his decision, Ocelot suckerpunched the man moving to take the free stall. Taking advantage of the crumpled form and the commotion it created to claim the stall for himself. Maybe not necessary, maybe he could have pulled rank instead, but he really couldn't wait. He wasn't going to risk shitting himself in public, he wasn't sure he could ever live that down if that happened.
The damp patch inside his underwear as he dropped his trousers attested to just how close that possibility had been though. He'd gotten there not a moment too soon, the second he sat down it was like the bottom of his stomach dropped out, it felt like his internal organs were being yanked out through his arsehole in a torrent of liquid fire.
Though, as disgusting as it was, it actually felt good to get rid of the toxic waste polluting his guts. The bloating that had been causing so much pain through the day actually started to ease as more than a few bubbles of gas worked their way out along with everything else inside him.
It took a few minutes before it was well and truly over. After a couple of fake outs, he wanted to be absolutely certain before even attempting to move.
Despite a whole lot of threatening noises from his guts, it seemed safe enough. Cleaning up and straightening his clothes, even despite the horrific smell, he could honestly say he felt better.
Not great, he was still sore and riddled with cramps, but it was an improvement to how he'd started the day. Ocelot actually felt like he could stretch and move now.
The man he'd suckerpunched before was still on the floor, far worse for wear. A groaning ball of pain in much the same position Ocelot had nearly been, worse even. After being punched he'd ended up vomiting in addition to the dark brown mark spreading on the seat of his pants.
No one else was ready to help the man. Too occupied, clutching their own stomachs, with not being him, as the line had actively started stepping over him to snag the free stalls as they appeared.
Ocelot had barely stepped out of the one he'd just occupied before another man had rushed to take it.
In the end, Ocelot decided he didn't care enough to help, he just wanted to be far, far away from this sewerage pit now that he didn't need it.
Fortunately though, just as he came through the door, one was vacated.
Making his decision, Ocelot suckerpunched the man moving to take the free stall. Taking advantage of the crumpled form and the commotion it created to claim the stall for himself. Maybe not necessary, maybe he could have pulled rank instead, but he really couldn't wait. He wasn't going to risk shitting himself in public, he wasn't sure he could ever live that down if that happened.
The damp patch inside his underwear as he dropped his trousers attested to just how close that possibility had been though. He'd gotten there not a moment too soon, the second he sat down it was like the bottom of his stomach dropped out, it felt like his internal organs were being yanked out through his arsehole in a torrent of liquid fire.
Though, as disgusting as it was, it actually felt good to get rid of the toxic waste polluting his guts. The bloating that had been causing so much pain through the day actually started to ease as more than a few bubbles of gas worked their way out along with everything else inside him.
It took a few minutes before it was well and truly over. After a couple of fake outs, he wanted to be absolutely certain before even attempting to move.
Despite a whole lot of threatening noises from his guts, it seemed safe enough. Cleaning up and straightening his clothes, even despite the horrific smell, he could honestly say he felt better.
Not great, he was still sore and riddled with cramps, but it was an improvement to how he'd started the day. Ocelot actually felt like he could stretch and move now.
The man he'd suckerpunched before was still on the floor, far worse for wear. A groaning ball of pain in much the same position Ocelot had nearly been, worse even. After being punched he'd ended up vomiting in addition to the dark brown mark spreading on the seat of his pants.
No one else was ready to help the man. Too occupied, clutching their own stomachs, with not being him, as the line had actively started stepping over him to snag the free stalls as they appeared.
Ocelot had barely stepped out of the one he'd just occupied before another man had rushed to take it.
In the end, Ocelot decided he didn't care enough to help, he just wanted to be far, far away from this sewerage pit now that he didn't need it.
And from Chapter 2:
In a lapse of judgement, Ocelot allowed John to to nudge his body down on all fours.
“Put it back,” Ocelot managed the request with a shiver. “Just for a bit,” it was hard to give John a flat no for certain things, regardless of how he felt about it personally. Sex was an especially bad one, though maybe that was just because it wasn't something he could just have whenever he wanted, it was always planned and scheduled.
“You're ready now though.”
Ocelot couldn't exactly argue that one, at least not particularly well. He'd been worked up before they started, and it had hardly taken anything to reduce him to a needy mess, but that wasn't the reason behind the whine in the back of his throat when John touched him this time. It was just an unfortunately timed twist in his guts, one that in the end came off as encouraging.
“You're more than ready.”
Quickly enough John's thick, slicked cock pressed against Ocelot's clenched hole. He didn't need to think twice about it, he just pushed right in, oblivious to Ocelot's fairly literal gut-wrenching terror in the moment.
The effect of such a sudden penetration was immediate, forcing an unfortunately loud fart from Ocelot, the lubricant gave it a ripe, wet tone that left no room at all for misinterpretation.
Regretting that he hadn't pushed harder for his original plan, Ocelot went completely still, just waiting for a reaction as heat spread across his skin.
A reaction that never came, John hesitated for a moment, his dick sliding out briefly, but then he continued as if nothing had happened. Just rolling his hips to find an angle that would allow him deeper into the obliging body under him.
Ocelot tried to move along with him, breaking free of his shock to make sure he at least tried to engage John while he was being fucked. He could be many things, but he hated to think of 'limp fish' being one of them.
Although Ocelot's insides gurgled viciously, reacting poorly to the way his stomach was moving with the rest of his body and shifting pressure in his bowels. For one hopeful minute, Ocelot had believed that first fart might have been just a fluke and he could start to enjoy this but then John pushed one of his thighs forward to spread him open further, unfortunately putting pressure on his gas laden gut, causing every thrust come with a short, wet sounding fart.
If Ocelot thought he was red before, that was nothing compared to now. He was farting while John was fucking him and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. Clenching to try and hold it in only made it louder, trying to relax made them longer. The worst part by far though, was feeling each bubble of gas rumble up between his backside and John's stomach, pulling all his attention to exactly what was happening.
As much as Ocelot enjoyed John's body against his back and his mouth on his neck, he just couldn't focus on it and appreciate it properly. Not while this was happening, not with the stench starting to permeate the room and the way his guts twisted themselves up in knots with the rolling motions of sex.
“Put it back,” Ocelot managed the request with a shiver. “Just for a bit,” it was hard to give John a flat no for certain things, regardless of how he felt about it personally. Sex was an especially bad one, though maybe that was just because it wasn't something he could just have whenever he wanted, it was always planned and scheduled.
“You're ready now though.”
Ocelot couldn't exactly argue that one, at least not particularly well. He'd been worked up before they started, and it had hardly taken anything to reduce him to a needy mess, but that wasn't the reason behind the whine in the back of his throat when John touched him this time. It was just an unfortunately timed twist in his guts, one that in the end came off as encouraging.
“You're more than ready.”
Quickly enough John's thick, slicked cock pressed against Ocelot's clenched hole. He didn't need to think twice about it, he just pushed right in, oblivious to Ocelot's fairly literal gut-wrenching terror in the moment.
The effect of such a sudden penetration was immediate, forcing an unfortunately loud fart from Ocelot, the lubricant gave it a ripe, wet tone that left no room at all for misinterpretation.
Regretting that he hadn't pushed harder for his original plan, Ocelot went completely still, just waiting for a reaction as heat spread across his skin.
A reaction that never came, John hesitated for a moment, his dick sliding out briefly, but then he continued as if nothing had happened. Just rolling his hips to find an angle that would allow him deeper into the obliging body under him.
Ocelot tried to move along with him, breaking free of his shock to make sure he at least tried to engage John while he was being fucked. He could be many things, but he hated to think of 'limp fish' being one of them.
Although Ocelot's insides gurgled viciously, reacting poorly to the way his stomach was moving with the rest of his body and shifting pressure in his bowels. For one hopeful minute, Ocelot had believed that first fart might have been just a fluke and he could start to enjoy this but then John pushed one of his thighs forward to spread him open further, unfortunately putting pressure on his gas laden gut, causing every thrust come with a short, wet sounding fart.
If Ocelot thought he was red before, that was nothing compared to now. He was farting while John was fucking him and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. Clenching to try and hold it in only made it louder, trying to relax made them longer. The worst part by far though, was feeling each bubble of gas rumble up between his backside and John's stomach, pulling all his attention to exactly what was happening.
As much as Ocelot enjoyed John's body against his back and his mouth on his neck, he just couldn't focus on it and appreciate it properly. Not while this was happening, not with the stench starting to permeate the room and the way his guts twisted themselves up in knots with the rolling motions of sex.
I don't get this obsession with shit stories. Everyone shits, everyone gets food poisoning, but taking a dump is one thing most readers don't want to read. It's a primal reaction. And not one to be sexualized either. The author here should take some inspiration from the Gunt.
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Well, let's hear it from the horse's mouth or uh... anus?
Well, some of them are more mature about it than others.
They always write the weirdest shit, and don't leave anything to the imagination. They aren't afraid to show it off in the tags either. Regardless, whenever someone is inevitably disgusted, they always go on the defensive. "WELL FUCK YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO READ IT!!!! READ THE TAGS FIRST YOU BABY!!!"
They probably did read the tags, that's why they're asking: who tf would write something like this.
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Wesker poo fic author says:
MGS poo fic author says:
They always write the weirdest shit, and don't leave anything to the imagination. They aren't afraid to show it off in the tags either. Regardless, whenever someone is inevitably disgusted, they always go on the defensive. "WELL FUCK YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO READ IT!!!! READ THE TAGS FIRST YOU BABY!!!"
They probably did read the tags, that's why they're asking: who tf would write something like this.
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I'll give Gary this though: as fucked up and hilarious as his stuff is, he at least acknowledges it. There's a candid, poo poetry to it. I can respect that. I have an easier time laughing at it.
There's another scat fetishist in the FFXV fandom and in the Assassin's Creed fandom. Full blown human toilet mode.
Author.
"Late at night, I try my piss sometimes," Ezio confessed onto Desmond's lips, "And my shit. I tasted it. But I always stopped myself going further-"
"I know! I've seen what you've done. it. I felt it. I tasted it. I smelt it. I've felt every single thing you've ever felt."
That shut Ezio up. Before Desmond pushed him away, took his off his tights, and lept (assassin acrobatics courtesy of the bleeding effect) atop the table right above the still warm spaghetti. He squatted and let out a fart. "You want to be treated like a toilet? Then eat this!" Spurting out some piss onto Ezio's face, Desmond shat a fat turd, which landed atop the spaghetti sauce.
If Ezio had been a self-respecting Italian, he'd have cussed Desmond out for desecrating the meal, but he watched with pee droplets on his face and chin, awed, as Desmond stood. Desmond was half hard and pulling on his dick as he told Ezio as he got off the table, to shove Ezio's face in the spaghetti. "Go on then, dog, eat my shit."
Ezio took a bite, tentative, then took a whiff. The whole room smelled like shit. Ezio gnashed on it, buried his face in the shit and the red sauce, Desmond held his arms back. He savoured his bites, hummed in pleasure, playing with the yellowy brown stools in his mouth, gasps rippled through him blissed out as he swallowed and got to his meal. (The white plates were decorated with engraved flowers.)
Desmond was so hard, rubbing his dick, along the scar of his circumcision, he pressed against Ezio's back and between his thighs. Desmond was busting a bit and drew Ezio away from the shit to the ground before him, "I need a pee, you know what that means?"
"You must use me, please," Ezio said, under Desmond's grasp and opened his mouth. Fuck that stinking shitty maw, Ezio yellowed teeth from the shit, some of it was still in there! Desmond angled his hips when he started to piss, a bit of it hit Ezio's white shirt (Ezio tried to catch it with his mouth) and then his neck and chin before finally his open face, fully hard. Desmond's warm stream cascaded a little out of Ezio's lips, but his neck pulsed, he was swallowing. Desmond's piss petered out and Ezio hurried towards it, tonguing the piss hole of his dick before dropping to all fours and sucking the wet floorboards.
"So good, such a good boy," Desmond said, clutching Ezio's wet chin and bringing him in for a kiss. Desmond explored Ezio's dirty mouth with his tongue, tasting vague, medical taste of his piss and shit and smelling it all sharp in his nasal cavity. When he dropped him Ezio rubbed his face against Desmond's loose, hairy balls, sniffing, whining delightfully. He mouthed Desmond's taint before he slunk around, licking up his hairy crack. Desmond spread his ass and felt Ezio kiss and suck over his asshole.
"I know! I've seen what you've done. it. I felt it. I tasted it. I smelt it. I've felt every single thing you've ever felt."
That shut Ezio up. Before Desmond pushed him away, took his off his tights, and lept (assassin acrobatics courtesy of the bleeding effect) atop the table right above the still warm spaghetti. He squatted and let out a fart. "You want to be treated like a toilet? Then eat this!" Spurting out some piss onto Ezio's face, Desmond shat a fat turd, which landed atop the spaghetti sauce.
If Ezio had been a self-respecting Italian, he'd have cussed Desmond out for desecrating the meal, but he watched with pee droplets on his face and chin, awed, as Desmond stood. Desmond was half hard and pulling on his dick as he told Ezio as he got off the table, to shove Ezio's face in the spaghetti. "Go on then, dog, eat my shit."
Ezio took a bite, tentative, then took a whiff. The whole room smelled like shit. Ezio gnashed on it, buried his face in the shit and the red sauce, Desmond held his arms back. He savoured his bites, hummed in pleasure, playing with the yellowy brown stools in his mouth, gasps rippled through him blissed out as he swallowed and got to his meal. (The white plates were decorated with engraved flowers.)
Desmond was so hard, rubbing his dick, along the scar of his circumcision, he pressed against Ezio's back and between his thighs. Desmond was busting a bit and drew Ezio away from the shit to the ground before him, "I need a pee, you know what that means?"
"You must use me, please," Ezio said, under Desmond's grasp and opened his mouth. Fuck that stinking shitty maw, Ezio yellowed teeth from the shit, some of it was still in there! Desmond angled his hips when he started to piss, a bit of it hit Ezio's white shirt (Ezio tried to catch it with his mouth) and then his neck and chin before finally his open face, fully hard. Desmond's warm stream cascaded a little out of Ezio's lips, but his neck pulsed, he was swallowing. Desmond's piss petered out and Ezio hurried towards it, tonguing the piss hole of his dick before dropping to all fours and sucking the wet floorboards.
"So good, such a good boy," Desmond said, clutching Ezio's wet chin and bringing him in for a kiss. Desmond explored Ezio's dirty mouth with his tongue, tasting vague, medical taste of his piss and shit and smelling it all sharp in his nasal cavity. When he dropped him Ezio rubbed his face against Desmond's loose, hairy balls, sniffing, whining delightfully. He mouthed Desmond's taint before he slunk around, licking up his hairy crack. Desmond spread his ass and felt Ezio kiss and suck over his asshole.
Literal SHIT SPAGHETTI
"Mmm, clean my shithole out," Desmond said as he forced Ezio's face further between his cheeks, he fingered Ezio's mouth between his butt before he chuckle and brought the dog back over. Desmond chuckled and reached over to the table, grabbing more shit and fisting it into Ezio's mouth. Ezio gagged through his moans. His eyes were watering.
"Here, now get that crap bowl open." Desmond palmed himself and fingered Ezio's shitty lips before Desmond prodded those lips with his dick and they embraced him. Desmond sheathed all the way in Ezio's his muscles twitching around him, his flaring nostrils buried his Demond's pubes. He choked and sputtered when Desmond granted Ezio's pink, crying face brief reprieves. Desmond sighed and moaned. At a quick pace, he dropped his aching dick into and out of Ezio's mouth to see his browning cock, to fuck that puffy, gasping shitmaw in Ezio's face and the slop inside it. The hairs of Ezio's beard tickling him as he pulled in and out of the warm depths of the throat. The tongue, red, reaching to take it all into that black pit. Ah, ah. A face. The perfect fuckhole. Damned pretty, brown eyes. Open fucking mouth. Desmond's ball's drew up and he palmed himself rapidly, circumcision scar stinging in pleasure. He shot white ribbons over Ezio's, leaky, messed up face, his bared tongue, his wide eyes. Ezio licked his own face and Desmond helped him out. Pushed the pools of cum and other fluids over the landmarks of his nose, cheeks, beard, into his open mouth and Ezio sucked at Desmond's sensitive prick, paying special attention to the scar beyond the dickhead. Desmond felt the waters in his bladder rising and let it loose, Ezio swallowed it greedily and Desmond laughed. So easy.
"You're a good toilet," Desmond said as Ezio took the pee. A mile of cock wasn't enough for him. A gallon of shit and piss was an okay evening.
"I was good, yes?" Ezio asked, his voice rough on Desmond's dick. He always liked to know that after sex.
"Perfect. But we're far from done." Ezio's face lit it up as Desmond manhandled him. He gave Ezio a kiss before he tugged at his clothes. "Get out this shit. You think a dog needs clothes? Or a whore?"
"Never," Ezio said. And moments later the lithe man was naked, his skin olive and covered in dark brown hairs. While he was fully hard his balls were big and loose in their hairy sack, they were longer than his blushing, dark-olive cock. A few scars marked his body, his nipples soft pink nubs on his shallow tits. Desmond shoved him to the bed. It had a red quilt, embroidered with florid gold patterns. Ezio was on all fours, his supple butt, lean and firm. Hair swirled around his buttcheeks and became denser down his crack.
Desmond spread the cheeks, and brushed away the hair to see Ezio's asshole. It was a short slit on the slightly darker skin in his crack. The dark olive skin folded slightly as it descended into his asshole, inside were hints of pink (and hints of shit). Desmond put his mouth over Ezio's crack and started kissing, sopping his wet tongue over Ezio's small asshole. It would hurt, no doubt about it. But the unwashed taste was grainy yet pleasant enough, he preferred the taste of shit to piss. The stink was more of Ezio's musk from his dirty shithole, Desmond got it on his tongue as he pried the skin apart and plunged into the furls. But it was then Desmond heard the movement of Ezio's bowls. The wet fart released itself onto his tongue, and he swallowed the gas.
"Here, now get that crap bowl open." Desmond palmed himself and fingered Ezio's shitty lips before Desmond prodded those lips with his dick and they embraced him. Desmond sheathed all the way in Ezio's his muscles twitching around him, his flaring nostrils buried his Demond's pubes. He choked and sputtered when Desmond granted Ezio's pink, crying face brief reprieves. Desmond sighed and moaned. At a quick pace, he dropped his aching dick into and out of Ezio's mouth to see his browning cock, to fuck that puffy, gasping shitmaw in Ezio's face and the slop inside it. The hairs of Ezio's beard tickling him as he pulled in and out of the warm depths of the throat. The tongue, red, reaching to take it all into that black pit. Ah, ah. A face. The perfect fuckhole. Damned pretty, brown eyes. Open fucking mouth. Desmond's ball's drew up and he palmed himself rapidly, circumcision scar stinging in pleasure. He shot white ribbons over Ezio's, leaky, messed up face, his bared tongue, his wide eyes. Ezio licked his own face and Desmond helped him out. Pushed the pools of cum and other fluids over the landmarks of his nose, cheeks, beard, into his open mouth and Ezio sucked at Desmond's sensitive prick, paying special attention to the scar beyond the dickhead. Desmond felt the waters in his bladder rising and let it loose, Ezio swallowed it greedily and Desmond laughed. So easy.
"You're a good toilet," Desmond said as Ezio took the pee. A mile of cock wasn't enough for him. A gallon of shit and piss was an okay evening.
"I was good, yes?" Ezio asked, his voice rough on Desmond's dick. He always liked to know that after sex.
"Perfect. But we're far from done." Ezio's face lit it up as Desmond manhandled him. He gave Ezio a kiss before he tugged at his clothes. "Get out this shit. You think a dog needs clothes? Or a whore?"
"Never," Ezio said. And moments later the lithe man was naked, his skin olive and covered in dark brown hairs. While he was fully hard his balls were big and loose in their hairy sack, they were longer than his blushing, dark-olive cock. A few scars marked his body, his nipples soft pink nubs on his shallow tits. Desmond shoved him to the bed. It had a red quilt, embroidered with florid gold patterns. Ezio was on all fours, his supple butt, lean and firm. Hair swirled around his buttcheeks and became denser down his crack.
Desmond spread the cheeks, and brushed away the hair to see Ezio's asshole. It was a short slit on the slightly darker skin in his crack. The dark olive skin folded slightly as it descended into his asshole, inside were hints of pink (and hints of shit). Desmond put his mouth over Ezio's crack and started kissing, sopping his wet tongue over Ezio's small asshole. It would hurt, no doubt about it. But the unwashed taste was grainy yet pleasant enough, he preferred the taste of shit to piss. The stink was more of Ezio's musk from his dirty shithole, Desmond got it on his tongue as he pried the skin apart and plunged into the furls. But it was then Desmond heard the movement of Ezio's bowls. The wet fart released itself onto his tongue, and he swallowed the gas.
I either need a chemical bath, or a flamethrower one.
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This is the post that finally drove me to register an account after lurking for so goddamn long to drop my two cents in. Been following this thread for a while, and scat stuff is pretty run-of-the-mill in terms of fanfic horrors in my opinion. Maybe I'm just numb to it because I've seen it around so often. But if I'm being honest, replies to those "WHAT THE FUCK" comments don't always come off as bitching to me. More like I suppose... amusement? Like "yeah dude, you read the tags (and presumably the title and/or summary) and assumedly walked in expecting poop porn, not Shakespeare." At the same time though, if you are gonna post poop porn on a public website and don't expect regular people whose curiosity got the best of them to come in and gawk at the bullshit on their screen... dunno what to tell you. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that it seems like a two-way street, in either case you know what you're getting yourself into and don't really have any room to claim otherwise when you read or write a story about some guy shitting.
That being said this is funny as fuck, also wait a second...
I'm sorry? Ya can't just drop a line like that on us and not explain it, sounds like quite the story. This shit (hah) just got interesting. Nemu, is that you?
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Here's another absolutely horrifying Pokémon fic:
Another horrifying thing about this fic, are the comments of people appreciating it:
How does this fic fare, compared to other fics that have the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag?
Another horrifying thing about this fic, are the comments of people appreciating it:
How does this fic fare, compared to other fics that have the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag?
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- Nov 11, 2014
Kinda typical content from that tag honestly
Not a Tomato
kiwifarms.net
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- Jul 7, 2022
Ah shoot, I knew something was wrong when I saw that they wasn’t embed the same way, my apologies. Thank you for telling me.
What kind of logic is that? "I don’t want you to get hurt by that clown so I’m going to hurt you instead!"But, I have a contribution too. Killua (also from Hunter x Hunter) has to discourage Gon from going into an incredibly dangerous fight. His solution?
Also the "except for his boots" tag makes me laugh, the guy is writing some horrible shotacon crap but god forbid the kid has to take off his shoes. Reverse foot fetish perhaps?
Also I managed to finish reading the Hunter X Hunter fanfiction I found earlier. Now I wish Brain Bleach was real...
The story begins with Gon being taken on a ship where other kids are being held and one of them tells him this isn’t the boat he wants to be on. That kid later gets freaking whipped with a belt by a crew member while Gon is... uh... is "non-consenting in playing Rummy" with the captain... yeah sure, let’s go with that. After this event, Gon gets sold at an auction in York Shin and is bought by Hisoka. Some dumb stuff happens, the place gets gunned down for some reason and the story then skips to the first Hunter exam. So now the chapters are just summaries of the episodes of the 1999 adaptation, but with variations, like Hisoka being a friend and a massive creep to Gon by kissing him a couple of time. Then chapter 8 happens. Oh boy, chapter 8. The whole chapter is dedicated to Hisoka and Gon taking a bath together and "playing Rummy". After this horrifying experience, we’re now at the Trick Tower chapters. Like I said, mostly the same as the original show, except for Hisoka being here with the others, some different fight scenes and Gon complaining he hurts, probably because of the "intense game of Rummy" he and Hisoka had last night in the bathtub. Nothing really interesting happens during the warship island chapters, except maybe for this: while here, Killua catches Hisoka kissing Gon on the mouth and he’s... surprisingly okay with that, if only a bit disgusted. When the night comes, Hisoka and Gon "play Rummy" again in their cabin. Of course, what else could they have done? And the next morning, Gon can barely walk. Well geez, I wonder why. At that point I really wanted to stop reading it but I was only half way in the story. Next up are the Zebil chapters, where instead of Gon training with all his might and the epic moment where he steals Hisoka’s number plate, Hisoka just give it to him. The rest of the story is really boring stuff, Gon and Hisoka are playing cards, for real this time, the others are dreading the final exam and Killua is training Gon. The final exam’s only differences is that it’s Pockle and Kurapika who start the tournament and that Killua actually fight and beat his big brother, meaning that he doesn't go back to his mansion. So as you might have guessed, the last two chapters are very different from what normally happens in the original story. Gon, Killua and Hisoka leave for Whale Island and... and I kid you not, have a "Rummy party". Yes, all three. No, I can’t give you a vomit bag. So while I was feeling miserable after reading this, I was relieved because I was able to stomach it. Until...
God dammit.
God dammit.
Also why does most people on FanFiction.net seems to role-play themselves interacting with imaginary people? At first I thought it was only in the Yu-Gi-Oh fandom because of the hikari/yami thing or whatever, but even this fic has it.
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Honselty reading fanfics where we focus on villains yet the author makes the characters sjws for some reason.
Like villains should be politically incorrect in nature. Most of these fanfics tend to make me want to beat the shit out of the authors
Like villains should be politically incorrect in nature. Most of these fanfics tend to make me want to beat the shit out of the authors
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Pokémon fic and rape wtf