2010-01-09, 02:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 2010-01-09, 11:00 AM by Smooth Criminal.)
18: Deserted island
12: Naked Apron
16: Sailor Outfit
12: Naked Apron
16: Sailor Outfit
Sarah and Spidey
"Who is this girl, anyways," Sarah grumbled in the depths of her mind as she looked to her side. To her side was the noisy, obnoxious chatter of vulgar men trying to court a relative newcomer. This newcomer was none other than Spideyjvc; and although she was new, she had already found a place in the community among the others due to a certain charisma she had. Sarah could never comprehend why people loved her so much. Spidey was hardly original; merely an imitation of the typical utterances on 4chan- there's hardly any merits in copying the others of the hive in some sort of hivemind mentality... and yet, people seemed to worship her as a goddess. There is little humor to be found in such lowbrow filth; and its even worse when people try to imitate it for the sake of trying to fit in with others by copying what the hivemind sends to its members. What perhaps was even more heinous and contemptible was that she encouraged the lust of her suitors. Sarah understood that this girl very well understood what was going on versus totally being oblivious to the causes behind it: she would brush their opinions to the side, and the next day continue her actions. What disgusted Sarah the most was that the community seemingly loved her not just because that she was very supportive in allowing her suitors' filthy acts or merely posted unoriginal content, but because she was a girl who did these acts; and it was for this people liked her. Sarah was enraged; to the community, she had always been at the center; she was the favorite- but here she is, discarded for the new girl. Suddenly, Sarah heard whispers all around her pervading her ears. "At the thick night of the darkest palls where not even the light of heaven can pierce through the veil of the dark, the time is right to commit the deed," whispered a ghastly voice. "Is...is that you, Monster Book-kun," Sarah said frightened in shock. "When the cicadas cry and the owls shriek, the deed will be done upon a boat," whispered her friend, Monster Book.
Southperricans from all over had entered the boat: Smooth Criminal, SlayerZach, DualReaver, Bacon, Providence, and more. And then came Spidey, unaware of what was of about to befall her. The ship had set sail for a voyage to Southperry. The waves parted as the ship sailed forward on to its destination. In what seemed for be a brief moment, the sky had turned pitch black, and ominous black clouds hovered above. With every second passing, Sarah sat waiting for her target with a knife in hand.
A soft tap fell upon her shoulder, and suddenly, the firm concentration of Sarah was broken. She turned around in suprise to see it was none other than Smooth Criminal. "Sarah, I....I," stuttered Smooth Criminal as his face was overcome with red. "Get it on with it, you moron," Sarah angrily bursted with a dark pall of red on her face as she furiously slapped him across the face. She had every right to do it too: any second, Spidey could be entering, and for her to be squandering a precious opportunity by dealing with a babbling idiot like him, she had to get him out of the way.
It was almost midnight, and she had yet to see a sign of Spidey. Suddenly, she realized the whole time, she had been alone on the deck. Exactly where was everyone? Suddenly, a loud burst of applause came up as the sound of bouquets of flowers being thrown were heard. She was not suprised to know who they were for when she peered through the window, and further enraged her. Suddenly, Spidey waved to her audience and walked towards the door. This was Sarah's chance. She knife steadily as she prowled outside the door. As the door opened, Sarah made a lunge towards Spidey. However, a large wave overcame the boat and suddenly rocked it to the side; messing up Sarah's balance in the process and missing her target. An even larger wave had come by. Suddenly, a large tsunami came by. Sarah began to shout and curse in that her plans to kill Spidey were foiled by the very forces of nature itself. Suddenly, her sight was no more. Just the violent sounds of the water clashing hard and the ebb and flow of water were all she could sense. Suddenly, everything turned black.
"Sarah?" Vision slowly restored from the black that Sarah saw, and color began to fill her eyes once more and the shapes began to become clearer. To her shock, in front of her stood Spidey in a naked apron: and even worse yet, not a single trace of civilization on this tiny island they had landed on. Sarah was horrified and stepped back. "I hope you're feeling better," Spidey said with a smile as she offered a sailor uniform. "I managed to find this on the shore washed up. Please do take it." Sarah whacked it aside and kicked sand in Spidey's eye. "Do you... hate me?" Spidey said sweetly as a tear shed from her eye as she wiped it with her rosy right hand. "You're quite an attention whore. I'm sure it doesn't help that everyone thinks you're a girl and that e-boys are so disgustingly horny and desperate that they'd rub their dicks against their monitors for a compliment from a girl. I'm not going to blame their being completely pathetic on you, but you do definitely encourage it," said Sarah. "I know. I'm a burden on everyone around me, and I hate myself more than I hate anyone in the world. The least I can do is try to make people happy with me," sobbed Spidey. "Sarah, out here on this island, we have to be able to get along as all we have on this island are each other.Just please, will you accept my help?" Spidey handed the clothes to Sarah once more, and attempted to help her put it on.
There are moments, psychologists tell us, when the passion for sin (or for that matter, what society defines as sin) so dominates a nature, that every little fiber of the body; every cell of the brain and the electrical pulses between each neuron, seems to be instinct with fearful impulses. Men and women at such moments lose their freedom of will. They move to their terrible end as automatons move. Choice is taken from them, and conscience is either killed, or, if it lives at all, but but to give rebellion its fascination, and disobedience its charm. Suddenly, Sarah, with the passions of a wild animal being chased, had no clue how to feel as Spidey helped put on her bottom; with Spidey's hands tenderly running along Sarah's legs. Chills ran down her spine, and Sarah felt an overwhelming sensation as her face blushed to pink. She felt her very clothes dissolving as Spidey put them on. Suddenly, she let out a moan. Suddenly, she leapt onto Spidey and threw off her clothes to the side.
"Sarah, I---"
Sarah placed her hands upon Spidey's hips. Spidey felt the sweet rhythmic pulse of Sarah's body moving against her. For someone usually so agressive, Sarah's body felt gentle as if it were melting all over Spidey.
"Your flesh, so soft and tender.."
Hugging each other close together, they had a passionate kiss; with their lips firmly locked. They began to feel these carnal and sensual passions overcoming their very souls.
Sarah began to squeal with delight. Sarah, overcome by these sensations, had forgotten her prior anger; and instead, only craved for more and more.
"Wait Sarah- is that..."
Sarah had picked up a nearby pineapple and taken a huge bite. Strongly scented juice began to pour out and Spidey was covered in pineapple juice. Sarah began to slowly lick it off.
"Funny, I can't remember why I was so angry or jealous in the first place..."
And so began a life of indulging in passion between Sarah and Spidey.
"You know, come to think of it, nobody likes Spidey anymore. Except guys who rub their dicks on their monitors over otaku females," mused Sarah with a grin.
The end.
"Who is this girl, anyways," Sarah grumbled in the depths of her mind as she looked to her side. To her side was the noisy, obnoxious chatter of vulgar men trying to court a relative newcomer. This newcomer was none other than Spideyjvc; and although she was new, she had already found a place in the community among the others due to a certain charisma she had. Sarah could never comprehend why people loved her so much. Spidey was hardly original; merely an imitation of the typical utterances on 4chan- there's hardly any merits in copying the others of the hive in some sort of hivemind mentality... and yet, people seemed to worship her as a goddess. There is little humor to be found in such lowbrow filth; and its even worse when people try to imitate it for the sake of trying to fit in with others by copying what the hivemind sends to its members. What perhaps was even more heinous and contemptible was that she encouraged the lust of her suitors. Sarah understood that this girl very well understood what was going on versus totally being oblivious to the causes behind it: she would brush their opinions to the side, and the next day continue her actions. What disgusted Sarah the most was that the community seemingly loved her not just because that she was very supportive in allowing her suitors' filthy acts or merely posted unoriginal content, but because she was a girl who did these acts; and it was for this people liked her. Sarah was enraged; to the community, she had always been at the center; she was the favorite- but here she is, discarded for the new girl. Suddenly, Sarah heard whispers all around her pervading her ears. "At the thick night of the darkest palls where not even the light of heaven can pierce through the veil of the dark, the time is right to commit the deed," whispered a ghastly voice. "Is...is that you, Monster Book-kun," Sarah said frightened in shock. "When the cicadas cry and the owls shriek, the deed will be done upon a boat," whispered her friend, Monster Book.
Southperricans from all over had entered the boat: Smooth Criminal, SlayerZach, DualReaver, Bacon, Providence, and more. And then came Spidey, unaware of what was of about to befall her. The ship had set sail for a voyage to Southperry. The waves parted as the ship sailed forward on to its destination. In what seemed for be a brief moment, the sky had turned pitch black, and ominous black clouds hovered above. With every second passing, Sarah sat waiting for her target with a knife in hand.
A soft tap fell upon her shoulder, and suddenly, the firm concentration of Sarah was broken. She turned around in suprise to see it was none other than Smooth Criminal. "Sarah, I....I," stuttered Smooth Criminal as his face was overcome with red. "Get it on with it, you moron," Sarah angrily bursted with a dark pall of red on her face as she furiously slapped him across the face. She had every right to do it too: any second, Spidey could be entering, and for her to be squandering a precious opportunity by dealing with a babbling idiot like him, she had to get him out of the way.
It was almost midnight, and she had yet to see a sign of Spidey. Suddenly, she realized the whole time, she had been alone on the deck. Exactly where was everyone? Suddenly, a loud burst of applause came up as the sound of bouquets of flowers being thrown were heard. She was not suprised to know who they were for when she peered through the window, and further enraged her. Suddenly, Spidey waved to her audience and walked towards the door. This was Sarah's chance. She knife steadily as she prowled outside the door. As the door opened, Sarah made a lunge towards Spidey. However, a large wave overcame the boat and suddenly rocked it to the side; messing up Sarah's balance in the process and missing her target. An even larger wave had come by. Suddenly, a large tsunami came by. Sarah began to shout and curse in that her plans to kill Spidey were foiled by the very forces of nature itself. Suddenly, her sight was no more. Just the violent sounds of the water clashing hard and the ebb and flow of water were all she could sense. Suddenly, everything turned black.
"Sarah?" Vision slowly restored from the black that Sarah saw, and color began to fill her eyes once more and the shapes began to become clearer. To her shock, in front of her stood Spidey in a naked apron: and even worse yet, not a single trace of civilization on this tiny island they had landed on. Sarah was horrified and stepped back. "I hope you're feeling better," Spidey said with a smile as she offered a sailor uniform. "I managed to find this on the shore washed up. Please do take it." Sarah whacked it aside and kicked sand in Spidey's eye. "Do you... hate me?" Spidey said sweetly as a tear shed from her eye as she wiped it with her rosy right hand. "You're quite an attention whore. I'm sure it doesn't help that everyone thinks you're a girl and that e-boys are so disgustingly horny and desperate that they'd rub their dicks against their monitors for a compliment from a girl. I'm not going to blame their being completely pathetic on you, but you do definitely encourage it," said Sarah. "I know. I'm a burden on everyone around me, and I hate myself more than I hate anyone in the world. The least I can do is try to make people happy with me," sobbed Spidey. "Sarah, out here on this island, we have to be able to get along as all we have on this island are each other.Just please, will you accept my help?" Spidey handed the clothes to Sarah once more, and attempted to help her put it on.
There are moments, psychologists tell us, when the passion for sin (or for that matter, what society defines as sin) so dominates a nature, that every little fiber of the body; every cell of the brain and the electrical pulses between each neuron, seems to be instinct with fearful impulses. Men and women at such moments lose their freedom of will. They move to their terrible end as automatons move. Choice is taken from them, and conscience is either killed, or, if it lives at all, but but to give rebellion its fascination, and disobedience its charm. Suddenly, Sarah, with the passions of a wild animal being chased, had no clue how to feel as Spidey helped put on her bottom; with Spidey's hands tenderly running along Sarah's legs. Chills ran down her spine, and Sarah felt an overwhelming sensation as her face blushed to pink. She felt her very clothes dissolving as Spidey put them on. Suddenly, she let out a moan. Suddenly, she leapt onto Spidey and threw off her clothes to the side.
"Sarah, I---"
Sarah placed her hands upon Spidey's hips. Spidey felt the sweet rhythmic pulse of Sarah's body moving against her. For someone usually so agressive, Sarah's body felt gentle as if it were melting all over Spidey.
"Your flesh, so soft and tender.."
Hugging each other close together, they had a passionate kiss; with their lips firmly locked. They began to feel these carnal and sensual passions overcoming their very souls.
Sarah began to squeal with delight. Sarah, overcome by these sensations, had forgotten her prior anger; and instead, only craved for more and more.
"Wait Sarah- is that..."
Sarah had picked up a nearby pineapple and taken a huge bite. Strongly scented juice began to pour out and Spidey was covered in pineapple juice. Sarah began to slowly lick it off.
"Funny, I can't remember why I was so angry or jealous in the first place..."
And so began a life of indulging in passion between Sarah and Spidey.
"You know, come to think of it, nobody likes Spidey anymore. Except guys who rub their dicks on their monitors over otaku females," mused Sarah with a grin.
The end.