Title:           STPRY (hey it sux(now you can't criticize it))
Author:          KmScMT
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/QmVN9Du3
First Edit:      Thursday 8th of September 2011 11:39:58 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 8th of September 2011 11:39:58 PM CDT

It all started September 8th, 10:07 PM (Central, of course).
 
Disil was, as always, chatting away with friends on Synchtube, infinitely grateful for Internet communication and its ability to disguise his crippling Asperger's. Having just made a particularly scathing comment on some stranger's gae-ass music taste, the boy genius raised from his throne and headed towards his castle's culinary quarters in search of any foodstuffs having had survived his last celebration. Suddenly, the sound of a doorbell rang in Disil's ears, and realizing even through the foodlust he was engulfed in that ignoring what was most likely his landlord here to berate him for "not paying rent" once again was probably a bad idea, he reached to unlock the door using his completely clean, average-sized fingers.
 
        "Hello, would you like to buy some cookies, sir?" Disil looked down to find the source of the extremely inticing query, and quickly found himself overtaken with what some would call an inappropriate urge. "Why yes I would! Here, come inside for a second while I get my wallet." Doing the sensible thing, the girl ignored every bit of advice her parents and several police officers had given her and stepped inside. The protagonist of this story excitedly set off for his basement, where he found the wallet he had forgotten there earlier, and grabbed a few bucks out of it.
 
        "I got 20 dollars, I hope that's en-" Disil stopped midsentence. There were clothes splayed across the ground, and not in the good way. Like, there was blood. Confused, and not one bit turned on (trust me), he went to investigate. Following the grisly trail, he found himself in the master bedroom, his computer turned off. Overcome by an almost tangible amount of rage, he barreled toward a suspicious shape hiding in the corner. CRACK. He hit the wall. Wow.
 
        The Hipster Honcho awoke dazed and confused. He was in total darkness. Disil tried to move, but found himself strapped down by something. He would have screamed, too, had it not been for the suspiciously sinewy strip of tape on his mouth (spoiler: it's his flesh). A creaking sound came from behind him, followed by a loud slam. A few muffled pleas for help made it through Disil's shut lips, wasted on cobblestone and shadows. A flick of a switch, and a blinding light shone onto the lucky man's deprived retinas.
 
        Averting his eyes, he heard something. "Oh, sorry about that. Let me turn the light down a bit. By the way that tape on your mouth is your legmeat." Jesus fucking Crist, how about that? Holding back the urge to vomit, Disil instead went with the tried and true method of screaming his larynx out of his body. Someone stepped into the light, a familiar face.
 
        PinkiePie14. "How did you get in my house, what the fuck is going on, why the fuck are you even in this story? GODDAMMIT KMS," spouted Disil, grateful that the tape over his mouth had inexplicably disappeared. "Why, you let me in, of course," he smugly stated. "What, you mean you were the girl? Then what was the blood f-" A swift punch to the face. "Shut up. Now let's get to business, it's already been 6 paragraphs." "Wha-" CRACK.
 
        Disil noticed that he was completely naked around the same time PinkiePie14 unzipped his own jumpsuit. "You know what? I think I'm gonna go natural for now," said Pinkie, discarding an apple corer into an assorted pile of metals and glass. He then proceeded to both remove Disil from the table and rope his limbs together. "There, now it'll be much less awkward. But where to start..." Pinkie turned his prisoner over onto his stomach and stuck his ass into the air. "I suppose this will do."
 
        PinkiePie14 gently massaged Disil's tender cloaca, a merciful attempt to prepare him for what was to come. Of course, our hero found it less than comforting, only submitting out of fear. Quickly tiring of this, Pinkie proceeded to shove his giant cock into Disil's receptive anus. Soon, he was reaching speeds of 45 TPM (thrusts per minute), almost goring Disil's precious tract. Also Disil's struggling was only making him harder, etc..
 
        PinkiePie14 finally stopped, pulled out and, being the creative bastard he is, decided to lather both parties with the bloody santorum that resulted. Having been immediately reinvigorated by this, he rummaged through his drawers, leaving Disil a precious few seconds of relative peace. If he could ignore the burning, horrible pain currently assailing every nerve in his lower body, that is.
 
        Disil's new friend had just found the ice cream scoop, and he had a new idea. It was dangerous, but he felt it was well worth the risk. Grabbing his guest, he ran upstairs and into his favorite room. Setting his prize on the shag carpet, he made quick use of the scoop by, ready for this, scooping out Disil's left eye. Luckily for Disil, THIS WAS HIS FETISH. And he was ready. Also his ass pain is gone now. Also Snails makes a cameo.
 
        But Pinkie wasn't going to get into that just yet, he had a special something in store. Pinkie brandished a small vial of of purple liquid, smiled, and chugged it all. Surprise and horror spread across Disil's face as he witnessed Pinkie's already sizeable manhood contort into all sorts of interesting shapes and sizes until finally settling into one form: a giant, pulsating 17-inch horsecock. A resourceful man we know as Yjirn was taking advantage of the window, and very much enjoying himself. Oh and Roden too.
 
        Disil's attempt at gasping was quickly stifled by said meat, and Pinkie started something reminiscent of his earlier anal escapades. This continued for what seemed to be hours, until finally, Pinkie came. A goddamned typhoon of semen came flooding out of Disil's mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears. Neither of them being quite ready to give up, they started a cooperative skullfuck.
 
        Perfect unison. Head bobbing and groin thrusting, it was beautiful. Both parties experiencing unfathomable pleasures. But is was not to last. His brain being ravaged and him practically drowning in what was now his lover's seed, Disil managed to sputter out a single word before perishing, "Gae."