A Very Special AiE story: Chron X Betty (Clop)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apa8GveP41E

 

>The sound of feet splashing in water could be heard as Betty ran through the pouring rain

>The expo hadn't gone so well but her stories, while not received as she had hoped, still garnished a bit of attention from a few people

>She felt unsatisfied with her work. She cursed herself for the minor errors others had pointed out

>It seemed these tiny grammatical mistakes could only be caught by those looking for them

>But that wasn't the final straw

>Mostly everyone ridiculed her subject matter

>Her characters weren't exactly your run-of-the-mill bunch and a lot of people didn't enjoy that

>That's what hurt her the most

> Home was too far away to make the journey tonight

>Thankfully a stranger had given her the location of a inn not too far from the convention center

>It wasn't a fancy place, but their prices for a room were the best in town

>The rain was falling harder. Betty's glasses soon fogged up thanks to the cold night air mixing with her natural body heat

>She could barely see a light in the distance

>Betty ran towards it as fast as her tired legs could carry her. She wrapped her cloak around herself tighter as to keep the cold out

>It wasn't helping much unfortunately

>She had finally reached the door

>Betty frantically grasped for the handle, unaware of its location thanks to her fogged up glasses

>She had grasped something, but it wasn't the door handle

>It felt warm and resembled a hand. Had she taken too long to open the door?

>She tipped her glasses and looked up to the owner of the hand

>Through the blurriness she could make out a tall figure with a dark jacket on

>"Please, allow me to help you Miss."

>His voice gave Betty goosebumps as its smooth tones fluttered over the words he spoke

>The stranger, Betty's hand still on his, gave the handle a more firm grasp and turned it, opening the door and gesturing Betty inside

>"After you."

>Betty gazed at his figure for a few seconds before she walked inside

>She released her cloak slightly and took off her glasses in preparation to clean them on her shirt

>Unfortunately her shirt was soaked

"Grr...stupid baka rain..."

>A white object, a handkerchief it would seem, was present to Betty

>She looked at the stranger, making out a smile on his face

>She returned it nervously and proceeded to wipe off her lenses with the handkerchief

>Once they were clean she put them back on and presented the cloth to the stranger

"T-Thank you mist-.."

>She had gotten a clear view of his face for the first time since meeting him

>Needless to say, she was captivated by his looks

"So...kawaii..."

>"Excuse me?"

"Um, nothing. It was nothing."

>"Alright then. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"I-It's Betty. My name's Betty."

>"Chronicler. You can call me Chron. Nice to meet you."

>He held out a hand which Betty promptly shook, holding on a bit longer than she normally would

>She sat at a nearby table, Chron joining her

>Out of the corner of her eye, Betty spotted someone chomping down a plate of spaghetti

"So...where are we, Chron?"

>"Here? This is the AiE Inn. Lots of writers spend their time here, discussing aspects of their different stories with each other and such. Though between you and me, they all write different subject matter than most people. I enjoy it here so I'm a regular. The drinks are pretty good too."

>Once Betty heard the word "writers", her heart skipped a beat

>Would that mean this man was a writer as well?

>She decided to figure out by asking Chron about a specialty of hers

"Since you're a regular here, then you must like writing or just stories, right?"

>"Maybe."

>Chron turned his head to look at the participants of the Inn

>He was playing coy

>She decided to be straightforward

"Do you like clop?"

>Chron sharply turned his gaze to Betty, a look of extreme hate in his eyes

>"I despise clop in any way, shape or form. It's disgusting and I can't even fathom why anyone would write such smut."

>Betty felt offended. Clop was one of her favorite things to write

>She confronted Chron

"What's wrong with it? If done correctly it can be the most beautiful thing you've ever read!"

>Chron just crossed his arms, closed his eyes and looked away

>"Nope. Hate it."

"What? Haven't you even read anything clop?"

>"Don't want to. Don't plan on it."

>Fuming mad, Betty gave Chron her two ce-...ten c-...dollar while Chron just sat there

"You can't just think there's so much wrong with clop. I bet you haven't even read any. If you'd just read some you may think otherwise, but no. You just ignore it completely and don't give it a second thought. It's people like you that make it difficult to write you...you..BAKA!"

>Chron opened his eyes in surprise at the last word

>He leaned over the table to Betty

>"Baka?"

>His smile returned as he ilicited a small chuckle

>"You wouldn't happen to be a weeaboo, would you?"

>Betty nodded slowly, giving Chron a confused look

>"Ah. Don't tell anyone here but...I sort of have a thing for weeaboo girls... It's my fetish."

>Betty's cheeks turned bright red at hearing the word fetish

>"Would you.."

>Before he could finish his sentence Betty replied

"Yes."

>She quickly left the table, grabbing Chron's hand and leading him to the bar

>A skinny man with long wavy hair greeted Betty as he cleaned a glass

>"Hi there. Would you like the house special today? Here's a hint. It's spaghetti."

>He finished with a somewhat creepy smile

>Betty shook her head

"No thank you. We need a room for the night."

>"Alrighty then. That'll be five bucks."

>Wow. This place's prices really -were- the best in town

>She rummaged in her purse and found a five-bill

>The bartender smiled and nodded his head

>Betty could swear she noticed the bartender giving a sly wink to Chron before he grabbed the keys from him

>It didn't matter at this point

>Betty quickly rounded the corner of the bar, hoping this was the hallway to the rooms

>Luckily it was. Chron found the door that took the key on his first try

>He pushed it open and Betty pushed him inside

>Betty closed the door, locking it, and pushed Chron on his back on the bed

>Chron looked her up and down, giving off a smug grin

>Betty threw off her cloak and proceeded to her shirt

>She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it off, revealing the entirity of her torso to Chron

>Chron had already ripped his clothes off

>Betty unzipped the zipper of her pants but stopped halfway

"Chron...I have a confession to make...I-"

>Chron held a hand in the air, silencing her

>"It's alright, Betty. I know you write clop. No one would defend it so willingly unless they themselves actually wrote it."

"No, it's not that. It's something else."

>"Whatever it is, I don't care. I like you for you."

>Betty smiled, confident in her movements

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbBi2j_HLTc

>She pulled her pants down slowly until she bent over completely

>She stood up to reveal to Chron...

>...A twelve inch dragon dildo-looking penis

>Chron's eyes went wide

>Betty felt somewhat embarrassed

"I'm sorry. I know you didn't expect this. I'll just go no-"

>Chron stopped her before she could leave

>He replied to her flustered reaction by turning around and bending over on the bed

>Betty nearly teared up at his acceptance

>She grasped his cheeks lightly, positioning her now hard piece at Chron's anus

>The insertion was slow, but Betty pressed onward to feel every inch of Chron's tender asshole

>The ridged sides of her cock pleasured Chron. He released a loud moan once Betty reached his prostate

>She massaged it with her head before reeling back and slamming deep inside of Chron

>Betty pumped herself back and forth

>During the mad fucking, Betty noticed Chron sort of strangling himself with a length of rope

>She thought of asking him if he had an erotic asphyxiation fetish, but decided against it and continued fucking him

>She was already reaching her peak

"Oh...my! Chronicler!!"

>Betty yelled Chron's name as she released her load deep inside of him

>The feeling of such warmth enveloping his prostate and flowing through his anus forced Chron to release as well

>Betty, panting from the hot buttsecks, slowly pulled out

>A strange viscous liquid with what looked like bits of meat dripped from Chron as Betty pulled her entire length out

>Once she exited fully, she noticed a lone noodle trailing from her dickhole to Chron's anus as the scent of sauce filled the room

>She smiled and pulled it from its place of origin

>She them jumped on the bed beside Chron and placed one end in her mouth, laying the rest on the bed

>Chron obliged her by taking the other end in his mouth

>They both ate the single, sloppy noodle before meeting in a passionate kiss

>Chron broke the kiss and looked in her eyes

"I love you, Chronicler."

>"I love you too, spaghetti."

"Huh?"

>"I said Betty."

"Oh...okay."

>They both fell asleep amidst the meaty scent of the room

 

>Thanks to the cracks in the thin wooden walls, the bartender heard a feminine yell bellowing out Chron's name

>He smiled and shook his head, knowing Chron had just won the bet

>Fucking spaghetti