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Bad, Books, and Clothes: Today 5:14 PM that's some power play, despite being a switch is bed i would a 100% always want to have the most part of the quilt to myself. also, it would be super sweet of you if you could just invalidate my procrastination i have a paper to write tomorrow that i would rlly not want to get a big fat fucking 0 on. To invalidate your procrastination, I propose a reward for finishing off your paper. My undivided attention and a long chat about mediocrity of life. If you get a good score, we might even discuss the Renaissance and Michelangelo, the artist not the turtle. A The only way to share a quilt with me is snuggling. Be assured thou, I'm very good at that. Today 5:43 PM looks like you hold your undivided attention in quite high regard. what makes you think that anything less than money would move me to start prep 5 hours before the paper. separate quilts are a very available option, just saying. I will save you some time here. Money may make you happy momentarily. But you'll carry that O for far much longer time. ah now you've resorted to making me overcome my procrastination with practical arguments, how delightful. What's the point of separate quilt? They just take up extra space. Also, human body is warmer than any rag of clothes. Of all people, l'd expect a fan of Peter Vronsky to know it best. fair enough, snuggling it is then, i don't mind at all. l'll let you pick the books then. Deal? sure, sounds like a promising deal. Now that you've enough practical motivation to start your paper, l'll leave you to tend to that matter. We can carry on our intellectual discussions later on. * I don't want a bad score to ruin our talks tomorrow. too bad, there goes my plans to use a man, men these days just don't want to be used, what a shame, don't you think. anyhow, see you around. :)) Oh you can use me in all ways. I'm really not bound to societal stigmas and physical impossibilities. Had a really fun talk today, she had a paper to finish and no motivation.
Bad, Books, and Clothes: Today 5:14 PM
 that's some power play, despite
 being a switch is bed i would a
 100% always want to have the
 most part of the quilt to myself.
 also, it would be super sweet of
 you if you could just invalidate
 my procrastination i have a
 paper to write tomorrow that i
 would rlly not want to get a big
 fat fucking 0 on.
 To invalidate your
 procrastination, I propose
 a reward for finishing off
 your paper. My undivided
 attention and a long chat about
 mediocrity of life. If you get a
 good score, we might even
 discuss the Renaissance and
 Michelangelo, the artist not the
 turtle. A
 The only way to share a quilt
 with me is snuggling. Be
 assured thou, I'm very good at
 that.
 Today 5:43 PM
 looks like you hold your
 undivided attention in quite
 high regard. what makes you
 think that anything less than
 money would move me to start
 prep 5 hours before the paper.
 separate quilts are a very
 available option, just saying.
 I will save you some time here.
 Money may make you happy
 momentarily. But you'll carry that
 O for far much longer time.
 ah now you've resorted to
 making me overcome my
 procrastination with practical
 arguments, how delightful.
 What's the point of separate
 quilt? They just take up extra
 space. Also, human body is
 warmer than any rag of clothes.
 Of all people, l'd expect a fan of
 Peter Vronsky to know it best.
 fair enough, snuggling it is
 then, i don't mind at all.
 l'll let you pick the books then.
 Deal?
 sure, sounds like a promising
 deal.
 Now that you've enough
 practical motivation to start your
 paper, l'll leave you to tend to
 that matter. We can carry on our
 intellectual discussions later on.
 * I don't want a bad score to
 ruin our talks tomorrow.
 too bad, there goes my plans
 to use a man, men these days
 just don't want to be used,
 what a shame, don't you think.
 anyhow, see you around. :))
 Oh you can use me in all
 ways. I'm really not bound to
 societal stigmas and physical
 impossibilities.
Had a really fun talk today, she had a paper to finish and no motivation.

Had a really fun talk today, she had a paper to finish and no motivation.

Alive, Comfortable, and Head: HT# Hair has been firmly fastened to never react to wind or any laws of physiques Hair seems to overreact to wind "The Virgin Walk" THE CHAD STRIDE Head craned forward Has figured out how to always look everyone in the eye at once at all times Sometimes uses heaphones to escape potential conversation or mitigate agoraphobic symptoms Looks below parallel Head is at a perfect verticle angle at all times Avoids eye contact, and looks away immediately if accidental contact Perceives every oncoming face in his periphery as "looking at him Has never heard a song in his entire life Does not register the emotions or feelings of others at all Back slouched Too polite, gives too much Arms constantly flailing in confident, unpredictable ways space for oncoming traffic But secretiy hates people who walk slowly when side-by-side Stiff, straight arms Intentionally slaps and batters incoming traffic to make his own path OUCH! Struggles to find comfortable hand form Little arm movement Hands always prepared to grab nearby fertile pussy Might be too tense and rigid Back is so straight you could measure structural foundation with his spinal cord Walking form is poised like a Greek statue, perpetually in contrapposto Bonus: Walking pace/form lacks fluidity because he struggles to "autowalk" - analogous to always manually breathing Clothing is all neutral coloured Wears running shoes Only wears black coats Stands with a weird posture Is insecure about how he walks Rapidly tiptoes around like in "going to the store" MANDATORY: Walks too fast Wears visually-painful bright neon attire $3000 highlighter boots from Giuseepe Zanotti Does not wear a coat, is immune to cold No one alive can insult his posture and get away with it Does not read stupid shit drawn by Quentin Does not feel the need to pass anyone because he's already brutalized everyone nearby into Compulsively needs to pass anyone walking slightly slower than him submission Tiny beetle-like stride Long strides My body is Ready
Alive, Comfortable, and Head: HT#
 Hair has been firmly fastened to
 never react to wind or any laws of
 physiques
 Hair seems to overreact to wind
 "The Virgin Walk"
 THE CHAD STRIDE
 Head craned forward
 Has figured out how to
 always look everyone in the
 eye at once at all times
 Sometimes uses heaphones
 to escape potential conversation
 or mitigate agoraphobic symptoms
 Looks below parallel
 Head is at a perfect verticle
 angle at all times
 Avoids eye contact, and
 looks away immediately
 if accidental contact
 Perceives every oncoming face in his periphery as "looking at him
 Has never heard a song in
 his entire life
 Does not register the
 emotions or feelings
 of others at all
 Back
 slouched
 Too polite, gives too much
 Arms constantly flailing in
 confident, unpredictable ways
 space for oncoming traffic
 But secretiy hates people who walk slowly when side-by-side
 Stiff, straight arms
 Intentionally slaps and
 batters incoming traffic to
 make his own path
 OUCH!
 Struggles to find
 comfortable hand form
 Little arm movement
 Hands always prepared to grab
 nearby fertile pussy
 Might be too tense and rigid
 Back is so straight you could
 measure structural foundation
 with his spinal cord
 Walking form is poised like a
 Greek statue, perpetually in
 contrapposto
 Bonus:
 Walking pace/form lacks fluidity because
 he struggles to "autowalk" -
 analogous to always manually breathing
 Clothing is all neutral coloured
 Wears running shoes
 Only wears black coats
 Stands with a weird posture
 Is insecure about how he walks
 Rapidly tiptoes around like in "going to
 the store"
 MANDATORY:
 Walks too fast
 Wears visually-painful bright neon attire
 $3000 highlighter boots from Giuseepe Zanotti
 Does not wear a coat, is immune to cold
 No one alive can insult his posture and get away with it
 Does not read stupid shit drawn by Quentin
 Does not feel the need to pass
 anyone because he's already
 brutalized everyone nearby into
 Compulsively needs to
 pass anyone walking
 slightly slower than him
 submission
 Tiny beetle-like stride
 Long strides
My body is Ready

My body is Ready

Alive, Comfortable, and Head: HT# Hair has been firmly fastened to never react to wind or any laws of physiques Hair seems to overreact to wind "The Virgin Walk" THE CHAD STRIDE Head craned forward Has figured out how to always look everyone in the eye at once at all times Sometimes uses heaphones to escape potential conversation or mitigate agoraphobic symptoms Looks below parallel Head is at a perfect verticle angle at all times Avoids eye contact, and looks away immediately if accidental contact Perceives every oncoming face in his periphery as "looking at him Has never heard a song in his entire life Does not register the emotions or feelings of others at all Back slouched Too polite, gives too much Arms constantly flailing in confident, unpredictable ways space for oncoming traffic But secretiy hates people who walk slowly when side-by-side Stiff, straight arms Intentionally slaps and batters incoming traffic to make his own path OUCH! Struggles to find comfortable hand form Little arm movement Hands always prepared to grab nearby fertile pussy Might be too tense and rigid Back is so straight you could measure structural foundation with his spinal cord Walking form is poised like a Greek statue, perpetually in contrapposto Bonus: Walking pace/form lacks fluidity because he struggles to "autowalk" - analogous to always manually breathing Clothing is all neutral coloured Wears running shoes Only wears black coats Stands with a weird posture Is insecure about how he walks Rapidly tiptoes around like in "going to the store" MANDATORY: Walks too fast Wears visually-painful bright neon attire $3000 highlighter boots from Giuseepe Zanotti Does not wear a coat, is immune to cold No one alive can insult his posture and get away with it Does not read stupid shit drawn by Quentin Does not feel the need to pass anyone because he's already brutalized everyone nearby into Compulsively needs to pass anyone walking slightly slower than him submission Tiny beetle-like stride Long strides My body is ready!
Alive, Comfortable, and Head: HT#
 Hair has been firmly fastened to
 never react to wind or any laws of
 physiques
 Hair seems to overreact to wind
 "The Virgin Walk"
 THE CHAD STRIDE
 Head craned forward
 Has figured out how to
 always look everyone in the
 eye at once at all times
 Sometimes uses heaphones
 to escape potential conversation
 or mitigate agoraphobic symptoms
 Looks below parallel
 Head is at a perfect verticle
 angle at all times
 Avoids eye contact, and
 looks away immediately
 if accidental contact
 Perceives every oncoming face in his periphery as "looking at him
 Has never heard a song in
 his entire life
 Does not register the
 emotions or feelings
 of others at all
 Back
 slouched
 Too polite, gives too much
 Arms constantly flailing in
 confident, unpredictable ways
 space for oncoming traffic
 But secretiy hates people who walk slowly when side-by-side
 Stiff, straight arms
 Intentionally slaps and
 batters incoming traffic to
 make his own path
 OUCH!
 Struggles to find
 comfortable hand form
 Little arm movement
 Hands always prepared to grab
 nearby fertile pussy
 Might be too tense and rigid
 Back is so straight you could
 measure structural foundation
 with his spinal cord
 Walking form is poised like a
 Greek statue, perpetually in
 contrapposto
 Bonus:
 Walking pace/form lacks fluidity because
 he struggles to "autowalk" -
 analogous to always manually breathing
 Clothing is all neutral coloured
 Wears running shoes
 Only wears black coats
 Stands with a weird posture
 Is insecure about how he walks
 Rapidly tiptoes around like in "going to
 the store"
 MANDATORY:
 Walks too fast
 Wears visually-painful bright neon attire
 $3000 highlighter boots from Giuseepe Zanotti
 Does not wear a coat, is immune to cold
 No one alive can insult his posture and get away with it
 Does not read stupid shit drawn by Quentin
 Does not feel the need to pass
 anyone because he's already
 brutalized everyone nearby into
 Compulsively needs to
 pass anyone walking
 slightly slower than him
 submission
 Tiny beetle-like stride
 Long strides
My body is ready!

My body is ready!

Good, Friend, and Think: OBLUERING My friend draw the body, he think it's good. What do you think? Be honest
Good, Friend, and Think: OBLUERING
My friend draw the body, he think it's good. What do you think? Be honest

My friend draw the body, he think it's good. What do you think? Be honest

Head, Cloud, and This: Which head belongs to the body on this two headed cloud?
Head, Cloud, and This: Which head belongs to the body on this two headed cloud?

Which head belongs to the body on this two headed cloud?

Anime, Apparently, and Bad: If not for said occurrence, The Buzz On Maggie itself would have been entirely forgotten by now...and of course, a certain particularly infamous fanfiction writer known as XanderMartin98 also ended up joining the fly-fragger crowd back in 2017-2019, which was a phase during which he reportedly wrote one of the worst and most morally repugnant uncle/niece incest fanfictions of all time. Apparently, the Rule 34 community got its grubby hands on Maggie Pesky from The Buzz On Maggie, of all things. I just can't help but wonder just how much of a literary abomination l'm actually dealing with here. Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category. F/M Fandoms: The Buzz on Maggie, Rocko's Modern Life Relationship: Maggie Pesky/Flecko The Fly Well, at least they're both the same species, I suppose.. Pedophilia, Rape, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, flies, Anthropomorphic, Furry, Bugs & Insects, Brain Surgery, Mind Control, BDSM, Attempted Murder, Teen Pregnancy, Underage Sex, Gross, US Supreme Court, Crack Treated Seriously, Cartoon Physics, Crossover Pairings, Crossover, Racism, Fantastic Racism, Immigration & Emigration, Non- Consensual Blow Jobs, Foot Jobs, Foot Fetish, Child Abuse, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Drama & Romance, Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Cameras, Video Cameras, Gallows Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Humor, Humor, Pop Culture, Disturbing Themes, Drugs Made Them Do It, Drugs, Creepy, Bad Parenting, Emotionally Compromised, Puppets, Uncle/Niece Incest, Incest, Extremely Underage, Underage Drug Use, Underage Rape/Non-con, Satire, Manipulation, Sadism, Corpse Desecration, Stabbing, Blood and Gore, Cutting, Dysfunctional Family, Dysfunctional Relationships, Psychological Trauma, Medical Trauma, Fucked Up, Dark Comedy, Fanfiction, Dark, Crack Relationships, Dark Crack, nickelodeon, Disney Channel, Disney, Brain Damage, Neurophilia (Brain Fetish), Need Brain Bleach, Puns & Word Play, Creampie, Companionable Snark, Weird Biology, Weirdness, Surreal, Food Porn, Nudity, Child Neglect, Childbirth, Hallucinations, LSD, Forcefeeding, Inspirational Speeches, Four Arms - Freeform, Six Limbs, Vore, Endosomatophilia, outside world, Giantess - Freeform, Shrinking, Growing, Size Alteration, Size Difference, Male Domination, Bondage, POV First Person, Anal, Knifeplay Jesus Christ, how many fetishes did this kid HAVE? Words: 19617 Chapters: 1/1 Well, THIS sure is going to be one hell of a long and painful night. Flecko The Fly (from Rocko's Modern Life) takes his adorable little niece, Maggie Pesky (from The Buzz On Maggie) into the brain of Virginia Wolfe (Heffer's mom from Rocko's Modern Life) so that he can rape her (Maggie, that is) utterly senseless inside of said brain while the entire collective Wolfe family is forced to watch. That's all you need to know. brain childabuse crack fanfiction giantess horrorromance agegap gross incest-story incestuous insects maggiepesky mindcontrol pedophile neurophilia rockosmodernlife shipping shrink thebuzzonmaggie unclexnephew underage weird wtfiswrongwithme vore Table of Contents Oh...so THAT'S where the sex scene is going to take place. You Have Been Warned "Sweet jumping jellybeans, it really is, it REALLY is! AT LONG LAST, WE'VE FINALLY REACHED VIRGINIA WOLFE'S BEHAVIORAL CONTROL CENTER!" | yelled ecstatically in a fit of pure, unadulterated joy as I began hyperactively flying all around the ever-so-adorably spongy, wrinkly and fleshy inside of her cerebral cortex and fascinatedly marveling at all of the beautiful sights that it had to offer. "Holy moley, would you just LOOK at all of these intricately connected neuron wires?" I flew up into the "parietal lobe" section of her neural network and gasped incredulously, touching one of the many, MANY nerve cell cluster nodes connecting said wires just to see what would happen and getting myself electrocuted in classic Looney Tunes style as a result. "Quite the SYNAPSES she's got too!" I blushed and laughed embarrassedly, frantically shaking the ashes off of myself. "Oh, and HOO boy, did I ever happen to mention how lovely THIS feels?" | accidentally moaned with arousal, unknowingly turning Flecko on even further as I flew back down into Virginia's temporal lobe, got down on all sixes in "crab walk" position (exactly as I had learned it in gym class, no less), and briefly (yet seductively) yanked my boots and stockings right off so that I could ever-so-lovingly squish my cute little rosy-red-painted bare toes into her ever-so-delightfully-relaxingly moist, cushiony and pulsating brain tissue, making sure to squeeze them nicely in-between the various flesh folds that said weirdly bright-pink matter boasted just for added pleasure while Flecko just let loose a loud and irritated "AHEM", And I thought the REAL Nickelodeon's brain crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently, obviously wanting me to just cut the crap and take control of Virginia's body already. fetish was bad... "Oh, that's SIMPLE, my dear friend." Flecko suddenly dropped his "nice guy" act entirely and began monologuing in an EXTREMELY unsettling and downright bone-chilling monotone as he PAINFULLY slowly threw off his tank top (already causing me to feel sick to my stomach from how hideously out-of-shape, crusty and hairy his torso was) and also removed his pants (which, of course, he was wearing commando-style, as in without any undergarments beneath them), causing me to theatrically shield my eyes with all four hands and retch in horrific revulsion upon seeing his abhorrent, smegma-encrusted, blue-balled penis (which was already FIRMLY erect, just to make matters even worse) in conjunction with his mangy, dirt-encrusted hyena legs and most especially his fungus-covered feet that had infectious slimy gunk gathered in HIGHLY visible amounts in literally EVERY SINGLE ONE of the toe gaps, as well as yellowish-greenish-BROWN toenails that were all GROTESQUELY overgrown and disfigured, MONSTROUSLY driving home the point of just how much of an absolutely disgusting hobo this guy most certainly was indeed. (Needless to say, the Wolfes were already FAR beyond speechless.) "Let's play the...NO CLOTHES Game...for every time that you've been ridiculously hammy and/or said God's name in vain in this story so far, take off an article of clothing.." Flecko hissed at me like a snake as I regretfully took off my shirt and pants, accompanied even MORE regretfully by my shoes and socks, once again revealing my weirdly human-type bare feet (a bodily feature that me and Flecko rather unfortunately shared with each other, might I add) while Flecko just continued whispering to himself and drooling. "More...MORE!" Flecko suddenly roared at me, creeping his way even closer to me as I humiliatedly removed my bra and panties, rendering myself completely buck-naked except for the gloves as he briefly picked up his pants off of the floor (of Virginia's brain, naturally), took out the great big lint-covered slimy glob of earwax that he had been keeping in his pocket all this time and began slathering his already revolting (albeit disturbingly I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain. large; it already looked to be easily at least an entire FOOT long as far as the imperial system for my current size was concerned, in fact) excuse for a penis with (the whole damned batch of) it, causing said penis to become even longer, stiffer and harder as he eagerly beckoned me to come on over and eat every last drop of unspeakable biological refuse right off of it, also making a rather distinct "give me a handjob" gesture with his right fist in the process. "Ya know how you used to play WHACK-a-Mole at the Fly-By-Night Carnival? DO IT AGAIN...JUST...JUST DO IT ON MY DING-DONG THIS TIME.." Flecko began whispering so ungodly creepily to me that it even caused Virginia to helplessly shriek in fear like never before as I slowly but surely drew ever closer to him. [Cowboy Bebop] Spike Spiegel reads XanderMartin98 fanfiction
Anime, Apparently, and Bad: If not for said occurrence, The Buzz On Maggie itself would have been entirely
 forgotten by now...and of course, a certain particularly infamous fanfiction writer
 known as XanderMartin98 also ended up joining the fly-fragger crowd back in
 2017-2019, which was a phase during which he reportedly wrote one of the worst
 and most morally repugnant uncle/niece incest fanfictions of all time.
 Apparently, the Rule 34 community got its grubby hands
 on Maggie Pesky from The Buzz On Maggie, of all things.
 I just can't help but wonder just how much of a
 literary abomination l'm actually dealing with here.
 Rating:
 Explicit
 Archive Warnings:
 Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
 Category.
 F/M
 Fandoms:
 The Buzz on Maggie, Rocko's Modern Life
 Relationship:
 Maggie Pesky/Flecko The Fly
 Well, at least they're both the
 same species, I suppose..
 Pedophilia, Rape, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, flies, Anthropomorphic, Furry, Bugs & Insects, Brain Surgery, Mind Control, BDSM, Attempted Murder, Teen Pregnancy,
 Underage Sex, Gross, US Supreme Court, Crack Treated Seriously, Cartoon Physics, Crossover Pairings, Crossover, Racism, Fantastic Racism, Immigration & Emigration, Non-
 Consensual Blow Jobs, Foot Jobs, Foot Fetish, Child Abuse, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Drama & Romance, Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Cameras, Video
 Cameras, Gallows Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Humor, Humor, Pop Culture, Disturbing Themes, Drugs Made Them Do It, Drugs, Creepy, Bad Parenting, Emotionally
 Compromised, Puppets, Uncle/Niece Incest, Incest, Extremely Underage, Underage Drug Use, Underage Rape/Non-con, Satire, Manipulation, Sadism, Corpse Desecration, Stabbing,
 Blood and Gore, Cutting, Dysfunctional Family, Dysfunctional Relationships, Psychological Trauma, Medical Trauma, Fucked Up, Dark Comedy, Fanfiction, Dark, Crack Relationships,
 Dark Crack, nickelodeon, Disney Channel, Disney, Brain Damage, Neurophilia (Brain Fetish), Need Brain Bleach, Puns & Word Play, Creampie, Companionable Snark, Weird Biology,
 Weirdness, Surreal, Food Porn, Nudity, Child Neglect, Childbirth, Hallucinations, LSD, Forcefeeding, Inspirational Speeches, Four Arms - Freeform, Six Limbs, Vore,
 Endosomatophilia, outside world, Giantess - Freeform, Shrinking, Growing, Size Alteration, Size Difference, Male Domination, Bondage, POV First Person, Anal, Knifeplay
 Jesus Christ, how many
 fetishes did this kid HAVE?
 Words: 19617 Chapters: 1/1
 Well, THIS sure is going to be one
 hell of a long and painful night.
 Flecko The Fly (from Rocko's Modern Life) takes his adorable little niece, Maggie Pesky (from The Buzz On
 Maggie) into the brain of Virginia Wolfe (Heffer's mom from Rocko's Modern Life) so that he can rape her
 (Maggie, that is) utterly senseless inside of said brain while the entire collective Wolfe family is forced to
 watch.
 That's all you need to know.
 brain
 childabuse
 crack
 fanfiction
 giantess
 horrorromance
 agegap
 gross
 incest-story
 incestuous
 insects
 maggiepesky
 mindcontrol
 pedophile
 neurophilia
 rockosmodernlife
 shipping
 shrink
 thebuzzonmaggie
 unclexnephew
 underage
 weird
 wtfiswrongwithme
 vore
 Table of Contents
 Oh...so THAT'S where the sex
 scene is going to take place.
 You Have Been Warned
 "Sweet jumping jellybeans, it really is, it REALLY is! AT LONG LAST, WE'VE FINALLY REACHED VIRGINIA WOLFE'S BEHAVIORAL CONTROL CENTER!" |
 yelled ecstatically in a fit of pure, unadulterated joy as I began hyperactively flying all around the ever-so-adorably spongy, wrinkly and fleshy
 inside of her cerebral cortex and fascinatedly marveling at all of the beautiful sights that it had to offer.
 "Holy moley, would you just LOOK at all of these intricately connected neuron wires?" I flew up into the "parietal lobe" section of her neural network
 and gasped incredulously, touching one of the many, MANY nerve cell cluster nodes connecting said wires just to see what would happen and
 getting myself electrocuted in classic Looney Tunes style as a result. "Quite the SYNAPSES she's got too!" I blushed and laughed embarrassedly,
 frantically shaking the ashes off of myself.
 "Oh, and HOO boy, did I ever happen to mention how lovely THIS feels?" | accidentally moaned with arousal, unknowingly turning Flecko on even
 further as I flew back down into Virginia's temporal lobe, got down on all sixes in "crab walk" position (exactly as I had learned it in gym class, no
 less), and briefly (yet seductively) yanked my boots and stockings right off so that I could ever-so-lovingly squish my cute little rosy-red-painted
 bare toes into her ever-so-delightfully-relaxingly moist, cushiony and pulsating brain tissue, making sure to squeeze them nicely in-between the
 various flesh folds that said weirdly bright-pink matter boasted just for added pleasure while Flecko just let loose a loud and irritated "AHEM",
 And I thought the REAL
 Nickelodeon's brain
 crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently, obviously wanting me to just cut the crap and take control of Virginia's body
 already.
 fetish was bad...
 "Oh, that's SIMPLE, my dear friend." Flecko suddenly dropped his "nice guy" act entirely and began monologuing in an EXTREMELY unsettling and
 downright bone-chilling monotone as he PAINFULLY slowly threw off his tank top (already causing me to feel sick to my stomach from how
 hideously out-of-shape, crusty and hairy his torso was) and also removed his pants (which, of course, he was wearing commando-style, as in
 without any undergarments beneath them), causing me to theatrically shield my eyes with all four hands and retch in horrific revulsion upon seeing
 his abhorrent, smegma-encrusted, blue-balled penis (which was already FIRMLY erect, just to make matters even worse) in conjunction with his
 mangy, dirt-encrusted hyena legs and most especially his fungus-covered feet that had infectious slimy gunk gathered in HIGHLY visible amounts
 in literally EVERY SINGLE ONE of the toe gaps, as well as yellowish-greenish-BROWN toenails that were all GROTESQUELY overgrown and disfigured,
 MONSTROUSLY driving home the point of just how much of an absolutely disgusting hobo this guy most certainly was indeed.
 (Needless to say, the Wolfes were already FAR beyond speechless.)
 "Let's play the...NO CLOTHES Game...for every time that you've been ridiculously hammy and/or said God's name in vain in this story so far, take off
 an article of clothing.." Flecko hissed at me like a snake as I regretfully took off my shirt and pants, accompanied even MORE regretfully by my
 shoes and socks, once again revealing my weirdly human-type bare feet (a bodily feature that me and Flecko rather unfortunately shared with each
 other, might I add) while Flecko just continued whispering to himself and drooling.
 "More...MORE!" Flecko suddenly roared at me, creeping his way even closer to me as I humiliatedly removed my bra and panties, rendering myself
 completely buck-naked except for the gloves as he briefly picked up his pants off of the floor (of Virginia's brain, naturally), took out the great big
 lint-covered slimy glob of earwax that he had been keeping in his pocket all this time and began slathering his already revolting (albeit disturbingly
 I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer.
 Fear is the little death that brings total
 obliteration. I will face my fear.
 I will permit it to pass over me and
 through me.
 And when it has gone past, I will turn the
 inner eye to see its path.
 Where the fear has gone, there will be
 nothing. Only I will remain.
 large; it already looked to be easily at least an entire FOOT long as far as the imperial system for my current size was concerned, in fact) excuse for
 a penis with (the whole damned batch of) it, causing said penis to become even longer, stiffer and harder as he eagerly beckoned me to come on
 over and eat every last drop of unspeakable biological refuse right off of it, also making a rather distinct "give me a handjob" gesture with his right
 fist in the process.
 "Ya know how you used to play WHACK-a-Mole at the Fly-By-Night Carnival? DO IT AGAIN...JUST...JUST DO IT ON MY DING-DONG THIS TIME.."
 Flecko began whispering so ungodly creepily to me that it even caused Virginia to helplessly shriek in fear like never before as I slowly but surely
 drew ever closer to him.
[Cowboy Bebop] Spike Spiegel reads XanderMartin98 fanfiction

[Cowboy Bebop] Spike Spiegel reads XanderMartin98 fanfiction