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PostSubject: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:16 pm

I've been busy. School and such. I won't bore you with the details of the previous few months, but I will tell you about my life in general before the actual spork starts.* (I'll mark this with an asterisk so you can skip it, but if you actually read this whole fucking thing you will not have to actually read the actual story for a while, which might give you time to realize that you are a beautiful person capable of so much and you can do so much more than read this indescribably horrifying fucking prose.)

Why?

Because I think I'm like the youngest person on this forum and the general public thinks I'm self absorbed and mindless. I am, but that is very much besides the point. I think.
Eh.
Anyways.

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What is life? What is truth? What is the purpose of humanity? What are dreams, and why are we made of stardust? These are the questions that I'm sure someone, somewhere thinks are synonymous with humanity. This person is an innocent. A rarity in this day and age of regular internet usage. Even if you don't use the internet, people around you do. You learn things from whatever media you consume; gleaning a decent chunk of an entire separate section of humanity through mere cultural osmosis.

I've met octogenarians who know what a tweet is.

And yet I envy this innocence, this freedom of soul. Not bound to the viewing of perversions, not out of pleasure but rather a grim curiosity and terror. A willing and yet repulsed Janus whose four eyes are bulging from their sockets as he takes in a double view of the void.

We are like this guardian, this gatekeeper and witness to the unending horrors that can be dredged from the basest and most inhuman chasms that can be found in the darkest section of the human heart. We are the wisepeople of our age; the elders who would sit aside on their fat asses and snide the fuck up on the corners of everyones' lives. We remember the famines, the wars, the wretchedness and blind evil of the past. We preach it in ways that we find acceptable to ourselves, and thus to them. Yet they do not hear us.

Thus, history repeats itself, and repeats itself, and repeats itself. As it did then as it does now.

Speaking of, I'm getting a totally major brain spasm right now. It's like there's a party in my mind and everyone just suddenly dropped everything they were doing and raised their fists and voices in unison to the sky in a totally ROCKIN' rendition of Witch's 'Isadora'.

Seriously, guys, I'm really high as I write this and even I cannot believe that people actually used this part of my sporking to leave. What a bunch of wussknuckles.

Now that it's just us REAL, HONEST women here, I'm gonna be straight up: This is some sick shit. I had a make a fucking I(n)kbunny account to see this again. But it's not the same story... I couldn't find that particular one again.
I'm gonna be frank, guys: That story was hideous. It was everything bad about furries, humans, and living creatures in general. I was temporarily blinded by the shock and horror and utter destruction of my spirit. I had gone in to read the story as an arrogant child, and I left as a shellshocked and traumatized woman. I'm not equating my experience with any actual suffering, but it was pretty fuckin' close.

From what I can remember of reading that thing, the story went something in the vein of: Young fox boychild is blindfolded and then savagely beaten and raped by adult manimals who are very aroused by the young fox's suffering. Then one of them, a bull, FUCKING PUNCHES HIS HEAD SO HARD THAT IT EXPLODES. YOU READ THAT COR-FUCKING-RECTLY.

THEY PUNCH HIS HEAD SO HARD IT EXPLODED. AND THEN.

They stomp on the child's headless corpse until it is reduced to a pile of pulpy mush, getting off on it all the while, and then they scoop his remains into a dumpster and that's how the story ends.

This person, supposedly in their free time, wrote a story about a child being brutalized and then murdered in a ridiculous fashion and then literally put into the trash. And they did that so they and supposedly others could derive sexual and emotional gratification from reading it.

Is that not fucking coo-coo bananas to you, reader? I mean it in three main ways: The monkey brain's sheer bafflement and dismay over the idea of harming a child and deriving sexual grats from it; The modern gal's horror that some dude wrote it and is probably still freely wandering around the world where he could find and kill you; And the sheer amazed hilariousness that is the entire concept of the whole debacle. Seriously you guys, once the initial badfees passed, I was laughing too hard to breathe.

My greatest regret was not saving it.

The best part about this? That wasn't even an unusual kind of story for furries. Like, at all. That is both incredibly terrifying and not surprising at all.

So think of this series of mine (to be sporadically updated and avoided at all costs) will be something of  a detractory-bration. I will be disparaging the entire way, have no fucking doubts dear reader, but please, please. Please. Don't think too badly of me if I start showing signs of Stockholm syndrome. Just remember as I was-- a slightly less unpleasant person.



You're seriously still there? Good on you. Here's your gold star: *



Anyhoo, on to the real story.

We're not going to do the whole thing, as my heart actually can not take the sheer cringing panic brought on by looking at this directly for too long. I feel like my face would just start sizzling like an omelette Ed Gein prepared.

Going in, here's all we need to know:
Owen is a kangaroo child boy thing, and his adult kangaroo 'dad' is a pedophilic torturer and murderer who has a secret dungeon in his basement and a trophy room full of preserved corpses. All he needs now is to stitch a fucking dress from their cutie marks, right?  

Anyways, Owen's dad killed his wife and firstborn son and keeps their bodies down with the rest of the collection, and the kid talks to them. Man, I am in Boner City right now.

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The kit pulled back the heavy blanket with glee till the sight of three familiar figures gagged, blindfolded, and bound made him whimper. His father had chosen Owen’s best friends for this little lesson. The roo’s stomach twisted and lurched as he scooted back off the bed.

“Daddy these are my friends, why dem?” Sniffling as he stared at the helpless trio of friends, their eyes wide with fear. He looked at the raccoon, tiger, and arctic fox that had been his friends since he had moved here last year. His pale blue eyes shimmered with tears as he whimpered.

What really bugs me is the way Owen's dialogue is written. Also why the false drama? Why do I need to feel sorry for the fucking kangaroo about to murder his friends? Why must the values of friendship be dragged through the mud with every piece of media I partake in?

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“Owen!! What is my first rule?” Thump! Thump! He tapped his large foot against the hard floor. The kit looked up and swallowed slowly.

D-don't talk about Child Murder Club? (N2S: I got legit shivers; make sure you don't get stavia before sporking upsetting topics.)

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“Um all ways be prepared to take those that are closest to you?” The joey looked back to his friends, they were whimpering through their gags and struggling to free themselves.

We're barely into the story and already the author is typing with one hand. How. Fucking. Skeevy.

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Clearing his throat Owen closed his eyes trying remember what his dad told him several years ago. “That you will in a second snuff me if I show fear or try to run to the police like brother and momma did.” As his father started a fire in the stove he whispered to his friends. “Imma sowwie for dis.”   

My moral indignation is slowly growing more and more 'petty teenage girl' as I take in this horrible story for what it is. Seriously? Again, I ask, why the fake morality? Is Owen going to kill his father in retribution for all his vile acts? Why are all these the same fucking questions I asked about Better Days!?

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“Ok now that you remember the rules pick who is first.” he turned around and smiled as Owen pointed to the raccoon. “Very nice choice, coons are perfect for taking your time with because they tend to be more docile and accepting of their fate then other furs. While felines” He nodded to the tiger. “tend to be too dangerous to keep around for long. Canines are just as aggressive till you show them who their owner is.” He demonstrated by walking over balling a fist and punching the fox hard in his small puppy nuts.

Seriously, this is actually really juvenile once you actually appreciate it. Simplistic storytelling methods, lack of proper punctuation... Replace the characters with Spike and Twilight and you basically have every grimdark fanfic ever...

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The arctic kit whimpered as his vision suddenly returned. The last thing he remembered was walking to friend Owen’s house with Jacob and Taylor to see if he wanted to get an early start on trick or treating. The trio had stopped by a few houses along the way that always gave out good candy no matter the time of day on Halloween.

“Wha? wha? Where am I?” The first thing his brain registered as the fact his paws were tied behind his back. The second was a massive throbbing pain from his crotch. The last thing was his best friend Owen was standing naked in front of him. “Owen wha ish going on?”    The fox blushed more concerned for his friend then himself for the moment.   

Why do they all talk like that... Whyyyyyyy. Also why is he blushing? I don't actually have personal knowledge of the functioning of testicles, but I always assumed that the reaction to their abuse was not 'blush because you're more concerned for the guy who kicked you'.

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The joey blushed as a he received a nod from his father to begin. He looked at the raccoon, his first friend, Taylor then back to the fox. The cute fox had been his closest friend and secret crush from day one. “Daddy? Can I do something first with Zeph, um I mean before I start on Taylor?”   

“Um, Dad, can I just horribly traumatize my secret crush by mercilessly slaughtering our other friends before probably doing something even worse to him?”

So relatable. I had the same reaction when my dad tried to get me to kill off all my childhood friends. Only replace the 'rape and murder' aspects with 'obsession with MSNBC and refusal to sleep in the same room as my mother'.

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“Yes you may but remember not to get to attached they are expendable and don’t get lost in the pleasurable side of this job” He sat behind the camera and focused the lens on his kit and first victim. After getting the just right angle he leaned back slowly stroking his large cock.

How the fuck is this a job? Who would pay for these things besides the obvious answers? Is he self employed? Is he wealthy? Is he breaking child labor laws by allowing Owen to join in? Why am I asking YOU all these questions!?

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Owen smiled a little, his blue eyes like little balls of ice as he stared at the fox who was no longer a friend but a nameless piece of flesh to be used then thrown away. Zeph quivered as his friend lift his chin up, forcing his emerald eyes to meet those soulless orbs that looked so wrong on his closest friend’s face.

That one, lonely little comma all by itself; far away from its beloved home of Good Gramaria. :c
On an unrelated note, do you think that would be a good kids show? Like, it's the letters of the alphabet  learning about grammar and proper writing while also fighting off the evil Syllable Strangler. Do you think kids would watch that?

Oh wait. Sorry. Furry snuff porn to snark...

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“Open your muzzle....” The kit hesitated for a moment till he remembered his father’s rules. “BITCH!!!” Zeph was stunned, this couldn't be the same joey he just played with yesterday. The same very one who would shyly laugh when they changed into their gym clothes at third period. This was so wrong he started to think but a stabbing pain across his muzzle cut the thought off just as it starting to form. “I SAID OPEN IT BITCH!!!”

This is actually kinda funny if you think about this all just being some weird little story Eric Cartman wrote to hide in Kyle's desk, like the one with the Woodland Critters. “Look everyone, Kenny's a perverted Jew! A perjew! A jewvert! It's sooooo hilaaaaarious.” And then Kyle--

And then I get back to the story.

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He whimpered softly as he crossed his eyes to see the small shaft protruding from a slit under the musky sack. He blushed as he started to feel that wonderfully strange upside down cock push deeper in his warm wet muzzle. He had dreamed about this a long time but was too shy to approach his friend. In his daydreaming he vaguely heard something about teeth and penis. Thinking that was what his friend now captor wanted he began to scape his sharp canine teeth along the hot dick flesh in his muzzle.

Still no commas... Also, 'wonderfully strange upside down cock' should be on a t-shirt somewhere in Korea. I really want it to be.

I'm gonna skip the next passage because it's just the dad tearing out the fox child's teeth. It's actually kind hard to spork this, seeing as so little of it is funny enough to mock in the first place. Oh, except for this part:

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OWWIE!!!!! Owen pulled his cock out of the fox’s eager muzzle and looked to his dad. “DADDY HE BIT ME!!!!!”

All dem exclamation marks.

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“Ok lil one turn your attention to your other playmate now. we’ll punish this one some more later.” The kit nodded and climbed onto the bed, his little cock leaving a slimy trail of pre on the linens. He looked back at his father as he reached the whimpering body of his raccoon friend Taylor. He continued by removing the gag and blindfold.

If this paragraph could have a smell, it would smell like an egg made of cheese farted out from under a redditor's swollen man-breast. And that's on a good day, for the record.

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“Shut up and just lay dare.” Taylor’s big sad eyes were starting to get to him. he was having second thoughts as he started to lose himself in those tender innocent portals. “Nu Nu must do this or daddy will...” The kit remembered several of the victims that seemed to make his daddy pause as he did horrible things to them. Whimpering he slide off the bed and slowly walked to where a hot fire was blazing in the stove. Shuddering he picked up the fire poker with a little trouble as it was too long and heavy for him to handle.

Imagine this story animated with crayon drawings. Would that be creepy, or just emphasize the stupidity of this whole thing?

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Taylor whimpered and shook his head no. “N.. nu Mista Deniz why why Owen hava too hwt us?” He was shaking but strangely unafraid more sad than anything. Owen was listening very curious now his daddy did this sometimes, he would occasionally would get a victim ti submit then he would be tender with the kit till it was time.

This story sure references other stories a lot for some reason. Or is the 'Dad Murders Children and Forces His Son to do The Same' series really so prolific that we should just know how it goes?

Also spelling is hard, apparently.

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“Thats because hes a roo and therefore much better then you.”

That's a racistally shitty explanation for anything.

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“Ish gonna huwts wots?” The roo nodded as he gently pet the kit’s soft brown hair. Looking down the kit sniffled and nodded. “I’ll be good an nots wun if dis makes Owen happy, Ish ok wiff it.” Owen smiled a little when he heard this and walked over carrying a big knife.   

I...hate the way that this person talks so much, but I hate the author for writing it more.

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Shyly the little roo nuzzled his snout against the raccoon’s soft gray sheath. Taylor laid back and chirped at the sudden twist of fate. He knew the bad stuff would soon follow but for now he would enjoy this tender moment.

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My real problem with this author is this noise. They shouldn't be allowed to have this kind of shit in this sort of story. It's a cop out. It says “Yeah, it's not a good situation, certainly not the kind that should be romanticized, but I don't wanna ruffle my sudden desire for a slightly less awful sex scene.”

You can't just stop in the middle of your Serbian Film and start playing Fox & The Hound. It makes the entire tone of this mess shift right into legitimately insane.

Not gonna spork the next one, as all it talked about was 'murring' at 'puckers'. Needless to say, I refuse to condone it as a socially acceptable course of action in any situation.

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He simply wished this moment would last forever as he gently scraped his flat teeth along the meat filling his mouth.

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“Ish time?” Taylor’s voice was shaky and his eyes teary as he wished he had just a little more time to enjoy living. he gulps a little and waited for an answer, though he already knew the answer. His grey and black tail curled up to cover his soft cock.

Owen sighed and nodded as he stared into those sad eyes again. He smiled a little and decided to keep with the nice guy for a bit longer. “Do you want to watch or not?” The joey’s eyes flicked back to the red hot poker still in the fire. His butterflies mostly gone now as he prepared himself for what was to come next.

It's the anticipation I hate the most, you know?

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Taylor watched as the kit dug around in the nightstand, with a look of worry mixed with a little bit of curiosity. Mr. Deniz nodded his approval as his kit returned with a hammer and a box of drywall nails. The coon whimpered as he saw the tools. “Wha wha awe dose fow?” He whimpered as his tail was moved out of the way and his sheath was started to be played with.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THEY'RE FOR.

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Owen picked up one of the sharp tipped nails and lined it up at the tip of the coon meat just under its small piss slit. The sharp metal tip indented the semi hard flesh as a drop of red blood welled up. Taylor whimpered as he felt the pressure from the nail, but cried out loudly as he felt as the cold metal dig its way into his meat as his torturer hit the flat head with the hammer. His paws clenched into fists as he felt another dull prick then stabbing pain as another nail was driven into his coon-hood. He lost count after ten as he laid there panting, tears of imminence pain streaming from his eyes.

Annnnd any previous horror I held for the situation has returned back to the dull irritation that I regularly hide around the overzealous and perverse. Seriously, I know there's no way anyone would ever offer to beta for this, but they could have tried, dammit.

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“Ya ya gonna cut my balls off?” The kit sighed not that it mattered he wasn’t going to live through this much longer anyway. So when Owen shook his head he was surprised and worried as he had seen it used to dock tails as well.

This kid either is amazingly stupid or has a monstrous pain threshold. Do they come hand in hand?

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“Dad!!!” Owen ran to father who had just sprayed a large amount of cum on his belly and was panting. The kit was holding Taylor’s penis and hopping around excitidly. “I didn’t know raccoon weewees had bones.” He started to feel his own and pouted. “Awws mines don’t.”

Well, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this newfangled parenting fad.

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‘You want me to make him into a costume lil one? Owen blushed and nodded as he watched the cock being placed into a jar and set on an empty shelf. “Okies lil one, you want me to do it now or after you finish him?”

I think maybe the author doesn't know that the real word is 'little'.

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He had watched his father skin a couple kits alive a few weeks ago so he knew how horrible it was. However he knew that if his end wasn’t harsh enough he would be standing next to brother and mom if he was lucky.

Such a well adjusted child for having seen such horrors.

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“I ish sowwies!” He closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see the sad pathetic look Taylor had on his face. The smaller kit just laid there as his older friend brought the knife to the coon’s belly. He watched his the roo pushed the tip in just under his belly button.

And I ish dishgushted.

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Taylor just whimpered as Owen got off him and pushed the kit into a position so he had to watch his guts slowly slide out into a pool of blood. “Dat good daddy?” He sniffled a little as he watched his friend try to push the slippery mess back inside the gaping hole. His paws would just slip through and end up pulling out more instead. After a few moments of this the coon gave up and just leaned against the wall sniffling and crying.

This is an incredibly distressing mental image.

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Bad passages short, Owen switches to brutalizing his other friends. Gotta be fair.

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He shivered in delight as he knew the poor tiger only like girls.   

CAN YOU FUCKING BLAME HIM?

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Owen meeped and used his stronger legs to push back to keep the rope tight on the older kit. “Dad dad! Helps pwease!!” The bigger roo walked over and sighed as the tiger was winning the fight. He looped Owen’s end through an eye hole screw in the ceiling and started pull the rope.

“Gurrgle!!!” Jacob choked and kicked his legs as he was lifted into the air. Deniz tied the end of the rope to the bedpost. The tiger danced in the air covered in blood and gore as Owen walked over. Giggling he started to paw slowly at the tigers sheath murring as the tiger’s short length responded. He gently teased it as the tiger jerked, turning a wonderful shade of purple. Long creamy ropes of tiger cum covered Owen’s muzzle as Jacob’s dance slowed then stilled, a fat bloated tongue hung out of his muzzle.   

Christ, this sounds like a PETA meet-n-greet.

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“Well one left lil one.” he walked over and started to prepare the dead coon’s body for skinning. Owen looked at the fox and blushed. When he looked back his daddy was removing Taylor’s balls. “Oh lil one you want it to fully correct or like the ones you buy in the store?”

“Fully pwease daddy an canna keep dis one fow a bit wonga?” He watched as the coon’s pelt including head fur was folded into a pile. Smiling his daddy turned around.

Wouldn't it be great if the X-Men showed up right now and killed everyone?

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“Okies but you have to take care of him, bathe, feed , and have him neutered. Also you must make so he can’t be aggressive with his tool.” He nodded to the fox’s hard penis which still had not released yet.

“Okies daddy how I do that? He’s still hawd” The older kangaroo made motions of hitting the fox as he continued to work on the coon. Looking at the small fox the roo pulled back and kicked his hardest landing a heavy blow to the stomach.


I hate the word 'okies' with a passionate blaze now.

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“UNGH!!” Zeph curled up whimpering as blow after blow landed on his body. Suddenly he felt a gently tug at his sack and a dull ache. Owen had slipped the bander over his pet’s sack. The kit thought hard on what his daddy said then giggled as he saw a box of metal rings.

I giggle at boxes of things too.

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“Lay down!!” Zeph whimpered and did what he was tfold fearing being kicked or some other worse punishment. Picking up a ring Owen smiled as they were perfect. One end was pointed the other close enough they could be squeezed together to close. He grabbed the fuzzy sheath and started to thread the rings closing up the opening till only a tiny hole for pee remained.

Come to think of it, why does the author use 'kit' as a catch-all term for young animals?

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He took the knife and slammed it down between bands, the fox’s white sack rolled away from the kit where the roo picked it up. The little green band kept it close as Owen tied a rope around it and placed it over Zeph’s neck. Smiling he felt one last thing needed to be done. *He roughly grabbed the kit’s stained tail and started to hack at it till it came free, leaving an one inch bloody stump.

Oh, he pulled the randomly placed asterisk joke, too! Wait, does this mean we think alike...? Brb, guys, I need to arrange a date with Mr. Shotgun Blast.

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“Another lesson son.” He smiled and called to the fox who had reached the stairs. “YOU ARE FREE TO GO! BUT I THINK WE”LL JUST PAY A VISIT TO A CERTAIN LITTLE FOX YOU KNOW!!” Zeph whimpered and turned around his ears lowered.

“Nu nu not my wittle bwo. Hes just a baby.”

Oh, that's just low. Is there no low you won't sink to?

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His master pointed to the bed and the neutered chastized pet sighed and sat where he had been bound up. He watched as both roos started to kiss and come closer. Mr. Deniz laid in the pile coon guts and Owen blushed as he settled onto his dad’s hard cock. Whimpering the fox slowly crawled up and shuddered as he started to lick the older male's bloody tail hole as roo pounded into his son’s tight hole.

The sexing lasted for over an hour as the poor fox was used by both father and son. All three were covered in blood and gore as they all laid panting on the bed. The last thing Owen could manage saying was. “Whaa I neva gotta go twick or tweating.”

“Shush we have your friend’s candy and the night is still young and you still have the lesson of picking the perfect target.” The kit yawned and nodded understanding there would much more fun to be had.

Several days later Owen was in his room playing with Zeph who had grown used to his life as a pet and was always eager to suck off his master or take a load up the rear. The older roo was reading in the newspaper that five trick or treaters that had disappeared without a trace. “Owen pack your things time to move again.”

What a compelling ending, and what a quick working newspaper. Maybe if all printing presses were that fast, print wouldn't be dead. Topical joke.

Ugh. I feel dead inside.

The worst part of this is that it's incredibly boring and inept, which isn't really all that surprising yet manages to be disappointing all the same. I guess I may just be more desensitized than I was in previous encounters, but while the 'furry shota snuff rape' genre may have given me immeasurably damaging mental and emotional scars, it's still just a bunch of overgrown (and quickly aging) mostly-manchildren with personality disorders and way, way, way too much free time.

Feels good to be back.
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PostSubject: Re: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Thu Jul 24, 2014 2:06 pm

Wow, all those "sowwys" and shit are really gross.
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PostSubject: Re: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Sat Jul 26, 2014 8:07 pm

I can only pray to any and every deity which may or may not exist, that the author will never have any sort of close contact with real children.
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PostSubject: Re: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Sun Jul 27, 2014 11:02 am

I feel really sorry for the author for some reason. Like, everyone I know who's a furry has had some serious sexual abuse shit going on when they were kids. Don't know if that makes any of what I'm thinking remotely factual....

Shit's pretty fuckin' disturbing tho.
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PostSubject: Re: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Sat Aug 02, 2014 2:33 pm

My brain broke...reminds me of that horrible Naruto fic; just a little bit worse. Still sick as fuck though.
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PostSubject: Re: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Wed Aug 13, 2014 4:17 pm

Sheba wrote:
I can only pray to any and every deity which may or may not exist, that the author will never have any sort of close contact with real children.

Or any animal that's not a hideous acrylic haired pastiche of said species with an adult human being on the inside.
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PostSubject: Re: The Cruelest Boner Series, Part 1   Fri Dec 05, 2014 10:42 pm

This is in one of Dante's Circles of Hell for sick shit, right?

RIGHT?!?

Innocence dies yet again. Poor pixels that formed that "story"... No
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