Title:           Krusty Kuntbow Dash (Clop) (WHY)
Author:          IntoTheVoid
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First Edit:      Sunday 17th of February 2013 11:23:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 17th of February 2013 11:23:22 PM CDT

NOT SAFE FOR LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, AND EVERYTHING.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
 
>As dash trots into the living room she gives you 'that look', and you know immediately what time it is.
>7:30 PM.
>Dinner time.
>Picking up and placing Dash on the counter, you go to fumble through the drawers for a teaspoon.
>Finding one, you stick the aluminum utensil into into Dashie and begin to pull out the build up of grease.
>With each scoop more blood flows to your diseased, syphilis-ridden cock.
>You get about seven scoops out and throw it in the frying pan before flipping the stove on.
>As the grease melts, you look back to that moldy snatch.
>It's been years since you've came here, ones filled with hardship and loneliness.
>If only you knew about this treasure trove when you first arrived, all of your hardships would have been well worth it.
>Not to say they aren't now, but you just wish could enjoy it this whole time.
>The grease begins to sizzle and pop.
>Taking out a bag of frozen french fries, you begin to insert them into Rainbow's crusty folds slowly, making sure she feels each one rub against her lips as it slides in.
>You get about 70 fries into her, getting plenty of spuds coated in urine, blood, and perhaps even concentrated black plague.
>Picking her up again, you begin to shake her above the pan.
>The fries slide out with a arousing slicking sound, and begin to deep fry in the mixture of pus and vaginal juice.
>The smell is irresistable, but you'll have to wait.
>Shame you have nothing to snack on in the meantime.
>Oh wait!
>You do!
 
>You spread her legs open further, having to use a little bit of force to unstick the matted fur.
>As her beautiful, crusty hidden heaven comes into view, a waft of musk hits you.
>You'll never get over it. Something about the scent drives you wild. Like a primal urge in a tribal man who found his prey.
>You begin to kiss the outer folds, licking your lips after each peck.
>It's salty enough today that you won't need any for the fries.
>It's delicious.
>You continue giving light kisses, and look up at rainbow.
>She's looking aroused, but not pleasured.
>The layer of dried spunk and piss must be too thick for her to feel it.
>Determined to not be selfish and have her enjoy it as much as you are, you begin to nibble at her clit.
>She begins to moan, little pieces of long necrotic flesh falling onto your tongue as you rub your teeth over the winking mass of flesh.
>You swallow each, but not before savoring the flavor.
>A few licks and one final bite then you move onto her slit, tickling the lips and sinking your tongue shallowly between the walls.
>Her moans increase in volume and begin mix with the sizzling of the fries, making disease-ridden music to your ears.
>Her inner flavor is exquisite, you can taste the fungi and bloody puss in full.
>Hmm, perhaps you'll pull a few out for omelets tomorrow.
>But that will wait for the morning. You make a mental note to do so tomorrow and begin to slowly work your hand into her, lightly tearing her vagina as you force it's way in.
 
>She seems to stifle a whimper as the flesh first rips, but as you go deeper and deeper she begins gets into it.
>Your hand meets the end, and you begin to sift it through the sludge of backed up vaginal juice.
>Slowly, you ball up some of the more thickened juices in your palm.
>You get a handful, and begin to dredge the smiley sex juices back out towards your waiting mouth.
>The slime-ball peaks out from beneath her rotten folds, like a child being birthed into this world.
>You kiss it like it's your own, and begin to slurp it down.
>Rainbow coughs as if she's trying to grab your attention.
>You look up into her magenta eyes, and notice her motioning to the pan.
>"Anon, our food?"
"Oh! Right!"
>You take the ball and throw it in a glass, then hurry to the pan.
>They seem done, and you toss them in a pasta strainer.
>As you're shifting it around to get the vaginal grease off the little glorious spuds, an idea comes to you as if you were inspired by god.
"Dash, go ahead and take a seat, I'll bring them too you."
>She heads to her seat, and you throw the fries onto a paid of plates.
>You grab the glass of sludge, and begin to sprinkle it on the two meals.
"Dinner, is served!"