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[Just For Fun] [NSFW] The ULTIMATE KYM Shipping Thread! The Prequel

Last posted Jul 11, 2015 at 06:07PM EDT. Added Jan 16, 2012 at 08:04PM EST
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@Regular

Ti's okay, Mack.

But keep postin around here about how you got shipped and you gonna end up getting shipped again, boy. MMMhhhhhhmmmmm.

Last edited Aug 10, 2012 at 10:28PM EDT

I'm to lazy to ship anymore. Now i just post random videos that qualify for shipping. Been centuries since i've actually done an image.

I knew I had to use this, but I honestly had no idea who to tag Homura as… so I decided to go ahead and tag them all! xD

@Mex: You can go ahead and use me as long as if you make the story continue-proof.

Last edited Aug 16, 2012 at 08:53PM EDT

'How did this happen…'

That was the only thought she could muster up in her head. Each tentacle slowly wrapping around her body, the only thing she could do is struggle. She could feel the octopuses appendages caressing her skin, a sensual and terrifying sensation that was delicious. Each stroke felt so delightful and pleasing. She tried her best to fight it but….

And I think i'll end it there. Sorry but I'm not a very good story teller.

Mexx Android wrote:

'How did this happen…'

That was the only thought she could muster up in her head. Each tentacle slowly wrapping around her body, the only thing she could do is struggle. She could feel the octopuses appendages caressing her skin, a sensual and terrifying sensation that was delicious. Each stroke felt so delightful and pleasing. She tried her best to fight it but….

And I think i'll end it there. Sorry but I'm not a very good story teller.

her body was too weak and she quickly surrendered to the much stronger octopus. As her limbs grew number, the octopus saw its chance. Without any hesitation, the octopus spread Natsuru's legs. As Natsuru slowly became aware of what was going to happen, the first tentacle was already starting to insert itself into Natsuru. Struck by this sudden moment, Natsuru let out a loud "Ah!~". A moment the octopus let not go unused, as the second tentacle quickly entered Natsuru's mouth. Being muted by the large amount of slime slowly building up in her mouth, she could feel the first tentacle thrusting inside her. She couldn't believe what was happening, such a filthy tentacle, inside such a delicate body as hers. It was so dirty, so unspeakable, so gross, yet so….. stimulating. As the slime in her mouth began to flow over, her cheeks turned red and her breathing became heavier. She wanted to fight it, but her body would not let her. Instead, she noticed her body moving along with the tentacle. A few small moans were being heard coming from her mouth, as her saliva merged with the octopus slime.

At that moment, a small white rabbit entered through the door…

[Open ending, we'll let others continue this. See how far we can take this.]


>mfw

Last edited Aug 16, 2012 at 10:13PM EDT
Eyes flutter open and a groan escapes those luscious lips. Blood trails like spittle from one corner of that delectable mouth, and traces a little river along the stubble dotting his cheek. His gaze is unfocused, his eyes bloodshot, his pupils uneven. His right pupil seems to swallow his iris altogether. My big man raises one hand as far as the restraints allow, and upon realization that he cannot move to protect himself he begins to thrash and bellow like a bear in a trap.

"Hehe, Calm down sweetie, " I murmur, smoothing my bare palm over his eyes. He snaps his jaw at my hand, as if that will deter or injure me. I almost have to laugh at this, our excuse for foreplay.

His skin is spread and pinned back against the table, and as he gasps for air and chokes yet more blood out of his poor raw throat I can watch the twitching of his heart and lungs. Such delicious organs my big man has. It takes all my self restraint to refrain from caressing the curve of his liver, the thrusting peaks of his shattered ribs, the pulsating sac of his stomach churning with fear. I can smell it, that fear; I can feel it stinging my nostrils and burning down into my lungs, and it sears like acid and I thrill to feel it filling me. I love him, this bumbling bull ape.

Mexx Android wrote:

Eyes flutter open and a groan escapes those luscious lips. Blood trails like spittle from one corner of that delectable mouth, and traces a little river along the stubble dotting his cheek. His gaze is unfocused, his eyes bloodshot, his pupils uneven. His right pupil seems to swallow his iris altogether. My big man raises one hand as far as the restraints allow, and upon realization that he cannot move to protect himself he begins to thrash and bellow like a bear in a trap.

"Hehe, Calm down sweetie, " I murmur, smoothing my bare palm over his eyes. He snaps his jaw at my hand, as if that will deter or injure me. I almost have to laugh at this, our excuse for foreplay.

His skin is spread and pinned back against the table, and as he gasps for air and chokes yet more blood out of his poor raw throat I can watch the twitching of his heart and lungs. Such delicious organs my big man has. It takes all my self restraint to refrain from caressing the curve of his liver, the thrusting peaks of his shattered ribs, the pulsating sac of his stomach churning with fear. I can smell it, that fear; I can feel it stinging my nostrils and burning down into my lungs, and it sears like acid and I thrill to feel it filling me. I love him, this bumbling bull ape.

i have the weirdest boner right now..

Mexx Android wrote:

Eyes flutter open and a groan escapes those luscious lips. Blood trails like spittle from one corner of that delectable mouth, and traces a little river along the stubble dotting his cheek. His gaze is unfocused, his eyes bloodshot, his pupils uneven. His right pupil seems to swallow his iris altogether. My big man raises one hand as far as the restraints allow, and upon realization that he cannot move to protect himself he begins to thrash and bellow like a bear in a trap.

"Hehe, Calm down sweetie, " I murmur, smoothing my bare palm over his eyes. He snaps his jaw at my hand, as if that will deter or injure me. I almost have to laugh at this, our excuse for foreplay.

His skin is spread and pinned back against the table, and as he gasps for air and chokes yet more blood out of his poor raw throat I can watch the twitching of his heart and lungs. Such delicious organs my big man has. It takes all my self restraint to refrain from caressing the curve of his liver, the thrusting peaks of his shattered ribs, the pulsating sac of his stomach churning with fear. I can smell it, that fear; I can feel it stinging my nostrils and burning down into my lungs, and it sears like acid and I thrill to feel it filling me. I love him, this bumbling bull ape.

That is awful

Skeletor-sm

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