Amusing fanfiction quotes
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What, Cirno? A fairy with a full-length dress without any fanservice whatsoever? Shit, man.
And I thnk the sheer amount of anime references is the point. Still, I guess if that's not your thing, I won't pressure you to read it.
Well, I will, but I'll try to not insult you for not reading it while insisting you read it.
And I thnk the sheer amount of anime references is the point. Still, I guess if that's not your thing, I won't pressure you to read it.
Well, I will, but I'll try to not insult you for not reading it while insisting you read it.
When authors have fun with joke votes...
Can't link to it here since the story itself is NSFW. Readers should recognize easily.
[x] Wake up with the King.
You open your mouth to speak, but a sudden chill down your spine leaves you silent. You donÆt know how youÆve realized it, but thereÆs a fourth person in the room. YouÆre sure of it, thereÆs someone else here. Just barely visible behind Sunny is the tip of somethingà a crown? Whatever it is, itÆs lurking just in front of the bed. Did it get in while you were sleeping? How did the dolls not see it? Or Sunny? Oh god this is terrible how did this happen. Seeing the surprise on your face, Sunny slowly turns to look behind her.
Knowing that its time in hiding has ended, the figure slowly rises, first revealing its rather plain-looking crown, an orange-and-blue circular insignia on the front with a title printed on it. The King of Burgers has snuck into AliceÆs home. You have no idea why. You donÆt even know what a Burger is. Has Alice earned the spite of some tribe, its king now sneaking into this house to seek revenge?
The figure reveals the rest of himself, not standing up so much as levitating straight up as if floating out of some trapdoor. Thick, wild manes of brown hair circle around his face, coming to a stop in a thick, pointy beard and moustache. His face is locked in a wide grin, his mouth slightly open to reveal his upper row of teeth. A garish, poofy fur coat with bright red and gold colors covers his shoulders, and thereÆs large medallion on his chest bearing the same logo as the one on his crown. He certainly has a regal appearance, but thereÆs something wrong, something you canÆt place. He looks less like a king and more like someone who killed a king and decided to wear his skin to try and gain his powers.
æhelp me man I am going to shit myself.Æ
I have no idea who this person is. I donÆt even want to know.
You realize that about thirty seconds must have passed now without a word from anyone. The King of Burgers doesnÆt look like heÆs going to break the silence, his eerie grin holds impossibly still.
ôUm,ö you finally say in a hoarse whisper. ôWhoà who are you.ö
He shows no reacton to your words. You consider standing up and attacking him, taking the first shot before he can do anything. He pulls his hand forward from behind his back. You hadnÆt even noticed his hands were behind his back until now. HeÆs holding some sort of sandwich in his hand, some thick monstrosity, about the size of both your fists put together, with more types of meat than you knew existed. Its fragrance wafts to your nose, bearing that telltale smell of something that would take years off your lifespan if you actually ate it.
You both sit, watching him in frozen fear. The king dangles the sandwich in front of SunnyÆs lips, apparently wanting her to eat it.
ôN-no! I could never take that much meat!ö Sunny whispers, trembling with fear. The king gives the sandwich a small wave, brushing the end against her lips as if planting a gentle kiss on her.
ôIà Iàö SunnyÆs voice grows weaker. The kingÆs unwavering gaze must have some sinister hypnotic effect on her. She succumbs, letting her mouth dangle open to accept the kingÆs massive sandwich. The king presses it into her mouth slowly, almost tenderly, smoothly sliding inch after inch into her without giving her a second to chew. Muffled groans and gags from Sunny mix in with the wet ôschlupö sound of the sandwich getting forced into her. SunnyÆs throat bulges as the thick meat sandwich, fully intact, forces its way into her gullet. The back end of the sandwich disappears into SunnyÆs mouth, the kingÆs finger lingering inside her before he draws it out. A slow, laborious swallowing sound comes from SunnyÆs throat as the sandwich wriggles down into her stomach.
The deed now done, Sunny leans back slightly. The sandwich has an effect on her more intense than anything youÆve ever managed to do. Her face is as red and flushed as a ripe tomato, her eyes rolled up to the back of her head. Her tongue hangs open from some overwhelming emotion, a trail of grease-laced drool dripping out of her mouth.
You should fight, every muscle in your body is screaming for you to stand up and start swinging punches or tentacles or anything, anything to fend off this monster which corrupted Sunny right in front of your eyes with a simple sandwich. But you canÆt. Every time you try and summon the strength of mind, youe eyes meet his again. Those fiendish, unblinking eyes and that sinister smile. He brings another sandwich out from some unseen hiding spot, this one even bigger than the last. Its surface slick and sheen with grease, layer upon layer of meat barely contained by a long, thick bun. Instinctively, you know this sandwich is for you.
He brings it closer to you, the odor of an entire deliÆs worth of cooked meats and cheese overwhelming you. Closer. Closer. Close enough to touch now. You strain one last time to fight, but itÆs in vain. Those evil eyes, like the whispered rumors of a lunar woman who could drive you mad with her crimson gaze. You dangle your mouth open, not even realizing what youÆve done until itÆs too late.
The massive pile of meat enters your mouth, spreading your jaw open painfully. You gag, shocked at the warmth and moisture as it goes in deeper, filling your mouth. ItÆsà throbbing. ItÆs definitely throbbing rhythmically as it enters your throat, spreading it agonizingly open. A kind of bliss washes over you suddenly, a peaceful acceptance of this sinful meat violating you. Consciousness drifts away from you. The last thing you see before your vision fades is that wicked grin as your lips close, taking the last inch of the sandwichà
You open your mouth to speak, but a sudden chill down your spine leaves you silent. You donÆt know how youÆve realized it, but thereÆs a fourth person in the room. YouÆre sure of it, thereÆs someone else here. Just barely visible behind Sunny is the tip of somethingà a crown? Whatever it is, itÆs lurking just in front of the bed. Did it get in while you were sleeping? How did the dolls not see it? Or Sunny? Oh god this is terrible how did this happen. Seeing the surprise on your face, Sunny slowly turns to look behind her.
Knowing that its time in hiding has ended, the figure slowly rises, first revealing its rather plain-looking crown, an orange-and-blue circular insignia on the front with a title printed on it. The King of Burgers has snuck into AliceÆs home. You have no idea why. You donÆt even know what a Burger is. Has Alice earned the spite of some tribe, its king now sneaking into this house to seek revenge?
The figure reveals the rest of himself, not standing up so much as levitating straight up as if floating out of some trapdoor. Thick, wild manes of brown hair circle around his face, coming to a stop in a thick, pointy beard and moustache. His face is locked in a wide grin, his mouth slightly open to reveal his upper row of teeth. A garish, poofy fur coat with bright red and gold colors covers his shoulders, and thereÆs large medallion on his chest bearing the same logo as the one on his crown. He certainly has a regal appearance, but thereÆs something wrong, something you canÆt place. He looks less like a king and more like someone who killed a king and decided to wear his skin to try and gain his powers.
æhelp me man I am going to shit myself.Æ
I have no idea who this person is. I donÆt even want to know.
You realize that about thirty seconds must have passed now without a word from anyone. The King of Burgers doesnÆt look like heÆs going to break the silence, his eerie grin holds impossibly still.
ôUm,ö you finally say in a hoarse whisper. ôWhoà who are you.ö
He shows no reacton to your words. You consider standing up and attacking him, taking the first shot before he can do anything. He pulls his hand forward from behind his back. You hadnÆt even noticed his hands were behind his back until now. HeÆs holding some sort of sandwich in his hand, some thick monstrosity, about the size of both your fists put together, with more types of meat than you knew existed. Its fragrance wafts to your nose, bearing that telltale smell of something that would take years off your lifespan if you actually ate it.
You both sit, watching him in frozen fear. The king dangles the sandwich in front of SunnyÆs lips, apparently wanting her to eat it.
ôN-no! I could never take that much meat!ö Sunny whispers, trembling with fear. The king gives the sandwich a small wave, brushing the end against her lips as if planting a gentle kiss on her.
ôIà Iàö SunnyÆs voice grows weaker. The kingÆs unwavering gaze must have some sinister hypnotic effect on her. She succumbs, letting her mouth dangle open to accept the kingÆs massive sandwich. The king presses it into her mouth slowly, almost tenderly, smoothly sliding inch after inch into her without giving her a second to chew. Muffled groans and gags from Sunny mix in with the wet ôschlupö sound of the sandwich getting forced into her. SunnyÆs throat bulges as the thick meat sandwich, fully intact, forces its way into her gullet. The back end of the sandwich disappears into SunnyÆs mouth, the kingÆs finger lingering inside her before he draws it out. A slow, laborious swallowing sound comes from SunnyÆs throat as the sandwich wriggles down into her stomach.
The deed now done, Sunny leans back slightly. The sandwich has an effect on her more intense than anything youÆve ever managed to do. Her face is as red and flushed as a ripe tomato, her eyes rolled up to the back of her head. Her tongue hangs open from some overwhelming emotion, a trail of grease-laced drool dripping out of her mouth.
You should fight, every muscle in your body is screaming for you to stand up and start swinging punches or tentacles or anything, anything to fend off this monster which corrupted Sunny right in front of your eyes with a simple sandwich. But you canÆt. Every time you try and summon the strength of mind, youe eyes meet his again. Those fiendish, unblinking eyes and that sinister smile. He brings another sandwich out from some unseen hiding spot, this one even bigger than the last. Its surface slick and sheen with grease, layer upon layer of meat barely contained by a long, thick bun. Instinctively, you know this sandwich is for you.
He brings it closer to you, the odor of an entire deliÆs worth of cooked meats and cheese overwhelming you. Closer. Closer. Close enough to touch now. You strain one last time to fight, but itÆs in vain. Those evil eyes, like the whispered rumors of a lunar woman who could drive you mad with her crimson gaze. You dangle your mouth open, not even realizing what youÆve done until itÆs too late.
The massive pile of meat enters your mouth, spreading your jaw open painfully. You gag, shocked at the warmth and moisture as it goes in deeper, filling your mouth. ItÆsà throbbing. ItÆs definitely throbbing rhythmically as it enters your throat, spreading it agonizingly open. A kind of bliss washes over you suddenly, a peaceful acceptance of this sinful meat violating you. Consciousness drifts away from you. The last thing you see before your vision fades is that wicked grin as your lips close, taking the last inch of the sandwichà
