Nooner posted:

the year is 2015 doug is now mayor of bluffington he is married to patty mayonaise and they have a son of their own.

"honk honk" skeeter says as he enters the bedroom and whips out his enormous blue rod "now you'll see why they call me Skeeter!" he tells doug as he rams his manhood into patty. doug touches himself as he watches skeeter satisfy his wife in a way he never would.

porkchop has been dead for 11 years

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Skeeter's hands trembled as he uncorked the bottle. Never had he been so nervous as he was now, crouched behind a bush outside the Honker Burger, waiting for the opportunity he had been planning for weeks now. He took the rag out of his pocket, and peered in the large glass window. Judy had just dumped her tray in the garbage, and would be walking through the front door at any second. "Come on, Valentine, get a hold of yourself!" Skeeter mumbled under his breath, dousing the rag with the chloroform. He looked up, and saw his mark.

Judy Funnie adjusted her sunglasses and pushed the glass door open. She reached into her black messenger bag, pulling out a dog-eared copy of "The Taming of the Shrew." Reading as she walked, she happily strolled down the front path of the Honker Burger, without a care in the world.

"Honk Honk! Heya, Judy!" Skeeter called out, leaping from behind the bush and catching up to Judy. "Watcha readin?"

"Oh, its you..." Judy muttered, and looked back down to her book. She hoped Skeeter would just walk away and leave her alone, but she knew the odds were that the creepy blue bastard would follow her all the way home. She had noticed the strange looks he gave her occasionally, not realizing that behind her dark glasses she was looking right at him as he gawked. She never really gave it much thought, she knew what a gorgeous, talented young woman she was, and it only made sense that her dorky brother's dorky friends would have the hots for her. But still, being alone with Skeeter was something Judy absolutely abhorred. She didn't want to be rude to Skeeter, lest her brother start bitching and whining as he was so likely to do, but she made up her mind that if Skeeter followed her one more block, she'd tear the freak a new one.

"Hey Judy, I got a question for you!" Skeeter said, his rag at the ready. "Slow down, this is important!"

"What is it, you pedestrian miscreant?" she irritably asked.

"Does this rag smell like chloroform to you? Honk honk!" Skeeter sprung into action, grabbing Judy and pressing the rag deeply against her face, covering her mouth and nose completely. Judy struggled, her screams muffled by the rag. But quickly her screams became moans, and her forceful kicking became a pathetic shrug of her legs and arms. Finally, she gave up, and slumped over Skeeter's shoulder.

When Judy woke up, she was extremely confused. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was that double honker-dog with chili, and "The Taming of the Shrew." And... Skeeter... yeah, that blue son of a bitch, Skeeter! He'd grabbed her, and held that gross-smelling rag over her face! Her confusion quickly turned to anger, which in turn became tremendous fear when she realized she couldn't move her arms or legs. As her blurry vision became more clear, she realized she was in a dark room, what appeared to be a basement. She was also lying on her back, and while surveying the room she realized two things: her arms and legs were tied to bedposts, and she was completely nude.

"Honk honk! Rise and shine, beautiful!" Skeeter was sitting in a leather office chair beside the bed. Judy screamed, but realized her mouth was stuffed with something. "Yeah, you won't be able to say anything." He held up his foot, which unlike the other was completely bare.

"How does my favorite Beets song go again, Judy? You know this one. 'Where's My Sock?'" Skeeter sang, laughing. "Turns out, my sock is in your mouth! Honk honk!"

Skeeter leapt onto the bed, straddling Judy's middle. His long, blue fingers reached down to her petite breasts, giving her small pink nipples the lightest of squeezes. He bent his head down to her neck, and began kissing her, under her ear at first, then slowly working his way down to her nipples, licking and biting at them as he kissed her breasts. He removed that lightning-bolt shirt he was always wearing, throwing it on the floor where it landed next to Judy's purple blouse and black beret. He then undid his fly, pulling his yellow pants down. He stood up, removing each pant leg, and then yanked off his Silver Surfer boxers and threw them to the floor. His blue cock swelled and took on a purplish hue.

"Are you ready, Judy? I've got one hell of a Valentine for you, get ready, it's coming!" Skeeter sat down on Judy's chest and pulled the sock out of her mouth. She felt relieved to be rid of that sour taste, but before she could gasp for air, Skeeter grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her mouth, ramming it as deep as it could go. Judy choked and gagged, but her gagging was muffled by Skeeter's swollen member, which he was thrusting in and out of her small mouth.

Judy had never felt such humiliation. Here she was, tied down, her mouth being raped by this blue freak, yet at the same time, she felt a longing to suck Skeeter's cock, and taste his juices all over her tongue. She began sucking at his dick, eagerly taking it as deep as she could. Her tongue massaged his veiny, swollen shaft, and as she easily deep-throated it, she licked his balls, which lay against her chin.

For what felt like an hour, Skeeter hosed Judy's mouth. He couldn't believe it - she was into this! His dream, his fantasy, had finally come true! Judith Funnie, happily sucking on his cock! Skeeter leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall for support, and with the full force of his hips hosed Judy's face until he could no longer take it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and came all over her pretty, waiting face. She lapped at the seed all over her chin and cheeks, and then looked at Skeeter.

"gently caress me." she said, never more serious about anything in her life. "gently caress me like you've always wanted to. I want to feel every inch of your blue cock deep inside me. gently caress me, Skeeter."

"You don't have to ask me twice! Honk Honk!" Skeeter grabbed his penis, jerking it back to attention, and proceeded to plow Judy's tight little pussy. Her delicate little snapper was cleanly shaved, just as Skeeter had imagined it every night when he brought himself to those weak orgasms, thinking about his best friend's sister. But this was so much better than he could ever have expected! Skeeter slowly but roughly hosed Judy, the sweet smell of her pussy filling the room as her juices flowed, brought on by the deep dicking Skeeter was giving her.

Judy arched her back and happily took Skeeter's cock in her. She loved this feeling, being hosed so roughly by this boy, her hands tied, her legs spread open, unable to move, letting Skeeter take control of her pussy and dominate her. Judy screamed as Skeeter pounded her and she felt her entire body tingle as he brought on the greatest orgasm she had ever felt. None of those art-school douchebags had ever hosed her like this. Leave it to the goofy blue kid who made weird noises to be the only guy she knew who could gently caress like a pro!

"Untie me, baby! I want that cock in my rear end!" Judy demanded, and Skeeter happily obeyed. He first untied her hands, then her feet, and he flipped Judy over onto her stomach, and spread her asscheeks open. Her small, puckered rear end in a top hat was drenched in the pussy juices which had dripped down while he had hosed her. Now, her rear end in a top hat was ready to take his cock. Skeeter grabbed his dick, and shoved it right between her asscheeks. Judy screamed as his cock filled her rear end, and she shook and moaned while he drilled into her, slapping her rear end and fingering her still soaking-wet pussy while he hosed her.

Judy had never known pleasure like this before. She was astounded at Skeeter's stamina, most guys would have blown their load as soon as their dicks touched her rear end in a top hat. But Skeeter kept right on loving her, packing her poo poo deep inside her, filling her with his big blue cock. Finally, Skeeter moaned "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

Judy pulled her rear end away from Skeeter and turned around, quickly bringing her head to his waist and taking his poo poo-covered dick into her mouth, sucking at his member while he blew his cum into her mouth. She took his dick deep into her, her nose against his stomach, her own poo poo all over her small, thin lips while she swallowed his juice. Skeeter shuddered as his orgasm spread throughout his body, and after he busted in her mouth, he fell over onto the bed, exhausted. Judy laid down next to him, her arm around his bare shoulders.

"That... was... amazing..." Judy panted, feeling more satisfied than she ever thought possible.

"You... weren't...so...bad...yourself...honk...honk..." Skeeter said, trying to catch his breath and calm his furiously beating heart.

Judy got up and went to her messenger bag, pulling out her pack of Marlboros, lighting one for herself and one for Skeeter. She laid down beside him again, putting the cigarette in his mouth and taking a deep inhale from her own. She blew the smoke out slowly, and turned to Skeeter.

"Baby, promise me something."

"You got it, Judy! Anything!"

"Don't tell Doug about this."

psyopmonkey posted:

Gatekeeper posted:

tyvm, third panel skeeter was my very first av and i totally forgot about it

psyopmonkey posted:

When are you going to paint me again?

Gatekeeper posted:

nice lil sketch i did of jar jar just now



enjoy buds, and great thhread op

psyopmonkey posted:

When are you going to paint me again?

Mozi posted:

doug fanny

lmao

basement jihadist posted:

principal Buttsavage

vice principal Lamar Bone lmao

Charles Bukowski posted:

Doug left his house wondering what adventures he would get into this evening with Mr. Dink. He has called him

after school, raving about his latest gadget he had ordered from MegaCorp. Doug hoped it would be a neat virtual

reality system, then he could finally be with Patty, the girl of his dreams.

He entered Mr. Dink's basement and found the man tinkering with a metallic helmet.

"Oh Boy Mr. Dink, is that a virtual reality machine?" Doug screeched excitedly.

"Hah, right you are Douglas my boy. I've just about got it ready, why not pour yourself a drink?" Mr. Dink

replied kindly.

"Oh uhh, I don't really drink Mr. Dink."

"Nonsense, the machine only works if you're drinking whiskey. Especially from that tall brown bottle with the

cracked seal."

"Well, if that's the only way it'll work."

Doug poured himself a glass of whiskey and began sipping it shyly. The potent liquor burned in his mouth and he

coughed and sputtered, but he would not be deterred. Years of fantasizing about Patty would be finally realized

this night. Or the closest thing he could hope for at least!

"Alright Douglas, that should do it. Have another glass of that and you should be set. What did you want to do

in your very own virtual world?"

"Oh Mr. Dink, I wanted to go on a date with Patty Mayonnaise. We could go to Funkytown and go on the rides and

check out the midway and it'll just be the best. Maybe the Beets could even be playing a concert there!"

Mr. Dink smiled at Doug's excitement and began counting down in his mind when the tainted liquor would begin to

take hold.

"That's wonderful Douglas! Ah, young love. I remember when I first got the nerve to ask Mrs. Dink out to the

malt shoppe. This will be just like that for you, only wearing a metal helmet in an old man's basement."

"Hey that's not very.." Doug began and then trailed off. His mouth suddenly felt very thick and heavy, the

whiskey bottle falling from his stupid clumsy hands. "Whass gnng onn Misther Dink?"

"Ah Douglas but you are a bigger lightweight than I thought. Ah well, even better. Sorry my boy but this

"helmet" here is just the lid from my barbeque. The real game begins now."

Doug managed to take one wobbly step towards the door before his world faded and he collapsed onto the green shag

carpet.

"Excellent" Mr. Dink murmured. "Excellent. Hyuck Hyuck!" He lifted the prone boy off the ground and kicked

open the trap door to the under cellar.


Head pounding, Doug opened one bleary eye. It stung from the eyeliner roughly applied to it, and the fake lashes

irritated him. He tried to rub his face, but his arms wouldn't seem to move. He tried to get up and found his

entire body was stuck into position. Doug was trapped in a hard plastic feminine form, firmly locked into place.

Shaking his head in denial, he noticed his blonde wig unfurling, tickling him softly on the cheek. Ball gag

tied firmly into place, all he could do was cry and sputtered against the hard red rubber.

"Ah, you've awoken. Well pervert, now its really time for your altered reality. You're my Patty Mayonnaise now

fuckboi."

The under cellar door crashed shut, the finality of the noise numbing Doug into a frozen ball of fear.

"Lets see how you like the taste of these beets bitch!"

Windows 98 posted:

It was like any other ordinary day at Bluffington High for Doug Funnie. He sat in Ms. Kristal's science class, bored, day dreaming about the love of his life Patty Mayonaise. He couldn't get her golden star shaped locks out of his head. It seemed as if the more he thought about it the less he was attached to the real world. For a moment he needed to recuperate himself and collect his thoughts. It would be an embarrassing next week if he had got called up to the front of the room to solve a problem on the board with such a large problem in his pants. But before he could quell his hormonal thoughts they were stopped abruptly against his will. Sitting in the seat ahead of him he spied Roger Klotz bending over to pick up a pencil he had dropped on the floor while laying over his desk barely paying attention. While bending over Doug's eyes were immediately drawn to the horror before him. Roger Klotz was wearing a thong. A thong for women. "What the fu..." Doug whispered quietly to himself. This was something that Doug could not internalize and comprehend. This wasn't right. Roger shouldn't be wearing women's clothing. But at that very moment Doug had a brilliant plan. This was his chance to get back at Roger for all the abuse he had endured for years. He was going to do it.

"ROGER IS WEARING A THONG!" Doug screamed loudly right in the middle of class. The class all fell silent for a short moment before erupting into laughter. Roger's face turned a pale green. The laughing continued for what seemed like forever until Ms. Kristal had lost complete control of the class. That is, until someone else managed to take control. A shy student by the name of Psyopmonkey stood up on her desk and screamed as loud as possible.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" her scream echoed across the room, and it fell silent. "This is what's wrong with the world today!" she started. "The year is 2015 people. Being gender fluid is a completely legitamite thing. You sit here and mock Roger Klotz, but do any of you know the real Roger Klotz? Deep down under his leather jacket and tough exterior is a kind and loving person who happens to self identify as female. And none of you would understand." Her voice bean to trail off slightly. "And that, is why I have decided to martyr myself for this cause to shed national attention on this subject. To create real change. To create real acceptance." Psyopmonkey then dug into xir backpack and grabbed a 9mm pistol. xhe raised it to xer head and closed xer eyes tightly. And just like that it was all over. The trigger was pulled. Brains scattered everywhere. Children were screaming. Vice Principal Lemar Bone heard the shots while doing his hourly corridor patrol and ran in to see the scene unfolding around him (PDQ). He couldn't control himself, and he began to masturbate furiously at the horrific scene of blood and violence and shame.

Later that day after school had been canceled and Principal Bone fired, no one had heard anything about the incident on the news. It's as if no one cared. A champion of a cause had died for nothing. This plagued Doug. He needed to clear his mind so he hopped on his bike and pedaled his way down to the Honker Burger to meet Patty Mayonnaise to talk about his lovely high school feelings. When he got there she was no where to be found. He started to feel a wave of anxiety over him like he had never felt before. This is why he always kept a few nips of whiskey with him in his bag Just to cool off an mellow out. He tried giving Patty a call on her cellphone and she didn't pick up until what felt like the last ring before a voice mail.

"Where are you?" Doug asked, almost slurring his words. He had drank a little too much to quick in hindsight.
"I'm behind the Honker Burger, right in the back" she answered him, almost seductively.
Doug pedaled his feet as fast as he could to the rear end of the Honker Burger. And that's where he found her. Naked. Waiting on a blanket. Without a second thought did what he needed to do and took her right there behind the Honker Burger. All while losing his virginity.
Things were going so great. It was like Doug was a porn star. But he probably should be after the amount of porn he watched in his daily life. That was until when she came. As she did she screamed "I SELF IDENTIFY AS A MAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!"
All at once in shock, horror, pleasure, and ecstasy Doug came as well.


Little did he know that that little sperm would impregnate Ms. Mayonnaise. And later go on to birth forums poster Redshirt.