"[Roommates] At The Mangles Of Madness"
By 4th (https://pastebin.com/u/4th)

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Created on: Wednesday 30th of August 2017 07:24:34 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Monday 26 of October 2020 03:30:41 AM UTC


Anonymous No.11297574:
	>her

Anonymous No.11297589:
	>him

Anonymous No.11297611:
	>it

    >>11297574
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    >Foxglove
    >The mystery, the enigma
    >Tonight you'll finally find out for yourself if the fox has a pecker or nah
    >The clock hits 3 a.m., time to strike
    >You tippety toe your way over to the fox's room and press your ear against the door
    >Silence
    >Grabbing the doorhandle with both hands, you apply upwards pressure on it to reduce the friction on the hinges
    >Eliminating nearly all sound the door makes as you gently swing it open
    >The room is dark, but the full moon is out, giving you more illumination that you could ask for
    >Photographs hang on a cork wall, Foxglove in earlier years, Mango is in many of them
    >The two have history, but none of the pictures show your Foxie in a revealing light
    >The one's that are full bodyshots all show Mangle wearing long dresses, only the tip of a shoe can be seen in a particular old photo
    >N- Not that you expected to find nude photos lying about in the middle of the room...
    >Next to the photographs are dozens of pictures, weird looking designs, patterns and mandalas
    >One makes your head hurt just looking at it
    >You turn away from the brain juicer and see Foxglove lying in bed
    >It's all so pink and girly, it feels forced
    >Like the fox is desperately trying to convince someone that there's a buhgina between those furry legs
    >Well, you're about to find out
    >Stepping up to the sleeping figure, slowly, gently, you pull down the covers
    >Revealing Foxglove's sleeping form, clad in... green pajamas?
    >Wew
    >Normal legs? Check.
    >Normal feet? Uhm, normal lower paws? Check.
    >Normal buhgina? About to be checked
    >Here goes nothing
    >Your fingers curl around the hem of the pajama pants, velvet fur brushing against your backhand as you slowly pull them down, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, agonizingly slow
    >A glance at Foxglove's face reveals yellow eyes leisurely observing your sexual assault

    >Caught like a deer in headlights, you freeze in the middle of your motion, knuckles buried in the trimmed pubic hair of a pink crotch
    >Your gut wrenches in fear and a cold sweat breaks out on your forehead
    >All kinds of scenarios playing out in your head at once
    >Blackmail, prison, forced marriage with a possible trap
    >The fox snaps you out of it with a paw that traces down the side of your face "Why stop now? Go on."
    >It's too late now anyway, time to bite the bullet
    >With renewed vigor, you adjust your grip
    >Both hands on either side of the pajama pants, and with one smooth motion, you reveal it
    >What you see is beyond description, your mind reeling with images it cannot comprehend
    >You feel your mind slipping, and before you lose yourself completely, your eyes snap back to Foxglove, pleading for an explanation
    >Mangle's Mouth distorts into a wicked grin that bares more fangs than any creature should have
    >A new eye opens on the forehead, piercing your heart and soul
    >A mouth opens on the shoulder with a tongue lashing out wildly
    >There is something slimy tugging on your arm, pulling you towards Foxglove's crotch but the fox's paws are both in your sight
    >One is supporting the head and the other is resting on the bed
    >You dare not look, lest your sanity slips away completely
    >The extra mouth on the fox's shoulder grins "Y????m¸g????'????? ?????a?????hn???y????t????_??h????????o?????r_??_ ?a??h?????n?????n??????n??? ????????a????h?f??_'???????p?????,?? M????i??????ke??."
    >Your brain feels like it's flying out of your skull
    >Before you know it your face dives down to meet Mangle's loins
    >You blank out
    >The next morning you wake up, nose full of girly perfume, and find yourself in a pink bed next to a sleeping fox
    >You have no idea what happened last night, but that was the best sex you've ever had