The World's Worst Erotic Short Story
Points are based off of lack of talent, bizzareness/weirditude, poor grammar and anything else that makes a poor fiction.
Keep it short and may the worst fiction win.
I'm really not this disgusting. I just wanted something impressive, but not short 'n stupid. Ah, well. DO NOT FUCKING READ THIS.
The first thing Adee noticed when she came to was the smell. One eye was still swollen shut, the other crusted with blood and sleep. There was no guard against the smell, however. It was the thick scent of exactly what she was terrified of: the earthy, underground smell, the metallic tang of blood that rang on the tongue as well as the nose, salty sweat, an almost psychic odor of shame, a near imperceptible, pheremonal musk, and urine from when she had wet herself in terror. When she woke next it was to a presence there. The sour stink of the man's breath on her neck. He had not bathed. He loved this. The perfect moment. He had timed it, right then. Right when the girl's body was convulsing beneath him and he could feel her begin, start to cum, the little moans against herself, he would move.
Adee wedged her only functional eye open, peering through the reddish crust. It was still there, where he had left it.
She had to try very hard not to scream.
She was sure she knew why he came for her. She was sure. She had done some talking with the other girl before he came back, all hideous, quick movements, his plucking fingers on the thing in front of her. She knew. She remembered, and felt unclean. A worse feeling than the humiliation she had been put through. The memories took their burden on her; she would never get away from them. Shame could be washed off. So could dirt and blood. This was a stone in her mind.
The other girl was just a thing now, an object, all it's humanity leached out into the squalor of the dungeon walls. Decor. Her slumped form on the floor, the little pool of blood and cum and shame that had coalesced around her head, that had painted little finger-smears on her body.
The hateful thing in front of her.
She knew why he went after her.
It was in her like an unclean secret, though she had been told, time and again, by the people who knew and appreciated her that there was nothing wrong. She was young and budding, newly fourteen, with the subtle girlish swell of hips, not full woman yet but obviously present, and the tiny, firm, budding breasts she was assured would grow. But there was something else, something she had not grasped the importance of until it was thrust upon her.
She knew.
The man, his cold, pricking fingers, the awful feel of them, like tendrils, tentacles, slime on her skin. The way he had pressed close to her, one hand on her crotch as she lay restrained on the wall, the chains too heavy for her to even lift. He stunk of the other girl then, blood and sweat and fear, and it threatened to choke her as he leaned his face in against hers. She could feel the day-old stubble rough against her cheek. the strawlike hair a contast against her own. His fingers, like slime, on her crotch, gently pressing and rubbing until he felt the evidence of her response.
"You know what comes tomorrow," he said. He stayed there, his hand there, until she nodded.
A grin. "Good." And he had left that hateful instrument, the bringer of what had been the other woman's downfall.
She knew what was wrong with her. She had seen it on the other woman. Had tomorrow already come?
The touch of his hand on her crotch, waiting for a response. The smell. Adee groaned, and sank back into the cold comfort of unconsciousness.
"Good," he said. Good.
Adee pulled herself back, trying to find the strength to pass out. But fear is a stimulant; her eyes, one opened wide and one only a swollen, bruised crack, continued to dart and watch him.
He had it, the little blade, almost a penknife. Silver llike fish oil that had cleaned the other girl so well.
Good.
It was how he had taken the other, too. The little knife found the stitches in the sides of her denim shorts and undone them, little, expert cutting flicks. Her shirt, too, in seconds, was tatters. He had not let her have the graciousness of underwear. In seconds she was naked, cold, shivering, fear and cold, in front of him, his hateful day-old grin and the little silver knife.
It was how he had taken the other, too.
She knew what was wrong with her.
His hand, the slithering tentacles, wormed their way like insects down her stomach, still a little pudgy with baby fat, and rested atop her crotch. He massaged, the same, slow movements, worked and worked as she fought consciousness, until what was wrong in her body couldn't help but respond.
His fingers, like snakes, around Adee's erect penis, the wrongness in her body. Her body, removed now, god how she wanted to pass out, couldn't help, couldn't help but respond as those slimelike fingers began pumping up the young girl's length.
Mercifully, it didn't take long. The body sees to it's own, when the mind cannot.
Her right eye. It always popped, like a balloon. The body's movements carried it through, blood and cum and gelatin at once.
He was sure. He had made sure she could feel it. Like every other one. The slide of the knife deep into her eye. Quickly, now. The slide of his own erect manhood into the wet socket. He made sure. He was sure. Her last moments would be that mingled agony and ecstasy. His hips began to rock. He would use her all night.
It's not something people hear about.
"Aahh... ahhhhhh," he grunted, as he rolled off to one side. Her eyes conveyed a look of surprise and disgust as she glared at him, lying contentedly there. It was no matter, though; he had already fallen asleep.
He never could stay awake for long after he had finished up.
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From the book of Bummey the Savage, chapter 3, verse 16:
Jesus fuck, Nicole. You win.
I almost quit reading in disgust, but then it got to the shemale part and I rememberd that all shemales are subhuman and should die, the story ceased being erotic/creepy and was just creepy.
This story was rated 3/10 at the site... even furries think it sucks.
Cherry stared intently at the clock in her Life Skills classroom. It was her last class on a Friday and James was going to make sweet love to her in only a few hours. 3:42-only three more minutes, then she and James would decide what movie to make out to before they went back to her place. The final bell rang, Cherry ran to the front lobby of her school to find James. She found him waiting in his usual spot. Cherry ran to her lover and lovingly licked his muzzle. He returned her affection, then frowned. "What's wrong, baby?" Cherry asked. James caressed his lover's left breast for a moment before replying "I'm sorry baby, but we'll have to change our plans for tonight. My Jap teacher gave me a shit load of homework. I'm gonna go over to Mike's place and study with him." Cherry smiled "That's ok. We can fuck when you have more free time. I didn't know Mike was in your Jap class." James took his hand off of Cherry's breast before replying. "Yeah, we've got the same class. Daisuki yo!" Cherry hugged James "Aww, thanks baby! I love you too! I guess I'll see you tommorrow night?" "Maybe. Depends on if I get my homework done." "My ride's here, gotta go! Bye baby!" Cherry ran to her brother's car and got in the back-middle seat. James waited another ten minutes before his dad showed up. James and Mike sat beside each other at Mike's large computer desk. Mike had moved his eMac to give James room to work. Mike's parents both worked late into the night, and Mike was an only child, so the two boys were alone in the house. After several hours of writing, Mike put his pencil down. "Hey James..." James stopped writing for a moment and looked to his friend. "Yeah..?" "Well, uhh..." "What?" "Have you ever thought about..you know..exploring another guy?" James gave the lion a confused and slightly sicked look "Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?" Mike gave his wolf friend an aroused smile "Come on, you've never wanted to touch a dick? Never wanted to fool around with a guy? Not ever you're old buddy Mike?" James stood up and moved away from Mike "Dude, don't even think about touching me! If you're gay, that's cool but I'm straight ok? I've got a girlfriend." Mike stood up and moved towards James, cornering him. "You know, friend. I'm much faster and stronger than you are. If you won't give me what I want, I'll have to take it." A devilish grin crept across the adolescent lion's muzzle as he saw fear in his 18 year old wolf friend's eyes. James tried to run around Mike, but the lion put a strong paw on the wolf's shoulder and held him in place. "You know, buddy, if you gave it a try you might like it!" Mike ripped his new bitch's pants off and threw him on the bed. Before James coyld escape, he was pounced on. The lion's teeth sank into his neck and a stiff rod reamed his asshole open. James let out a loud scream of pain as Mike bagan to fuck him hard. ---About Three Minutes Later--- Cherry walked down the street carrying her books in her backpack. She stopped in front of Mike's door and sat her bookbag down for a moment to open it. In a town on less than 20 people that was almost never visited by outsiders, doors didn't need to be locked. She closed the door behind her and began to carry her backpack up Mike's stairs "Hey guys, I thought I'd come over and study with y..." she stopped where she was and dropped her books. She couldn't believe what she saw looking through the door of Mike's bedroom. Her wolf was cheating on her, but not with some pretty slut from school. Not even an ugly girl. Her male was fucking with another male. Mike came and dismounted a crying James. James crawled out from under Mike with tears in his eyes and blood leaking from his ass hole. He went to the door and came face to face with Cherry. "Aah! How long have you been there?" "Long enough you lousy bastard!" "It wasn't what it looked like! I swear baby! He ra..." "I don't want to hear it! No excuses! Studying, huh?! We're through!" She turned and stomped out. Mike cleaned himself and handed James his books "Harsh man. She'll be back tho! You know she needs you more than you need her!" James snatched his books and growled at the lion "Fuck you! You just ruined my life! Our friendship is over!" "Well then, have a nice weekend with no friends, jack hole!." ---One Minute Later--- Cherry went to her front door. She knew who was knocking and didn't want to see him, but her legs carried her anyway. Opening the door, she found a pantless wolf on his knees with tears in his eyes "Cherry, you don't understand! Mike raped me! I'd never let a guy fuck me! You know I'd never cheat on you!" She looked down at him with contempt "James, I am very angry with you right now. If you get the hell away from me I might just forgive you but if you keep acting like a pathetic, helpless shit I'm going to find a REAL man! Just go away and let me be pissed at you for now!" She slammed the door and went to her room. James walked to his house with his head hung low. Both of them cried themselves to sleep that night.
---Later That Night---
Enjoy! The otter gasped in shock as his compainion grabbed his sheath & balls and roughly jostled them about. The wolf, sensing the rising need in the otter, wanted so much to fulfull it, but didn't know how to go about doing so. Two months ago, when they first met, the sexual tension was so think you could cut it with a knife. That was back when Aury was shy. He'd gotten a bit of self-confidence since then--to the point where he showed up & knocked at his door and pounced on his (suprising the heck out of the poor defenceless otter, to be sure) and planted hundreds of loving and lustfilled kissed on the otter's head, chest, and of course, sheath. Scenting the growing arousal in the air, Aury decided he'd proceed further--his previous attempt has been harshly rebuked. Not because the feelings didn't exist back then...they were quite strong in both directions--the otter just wasn't ready. Aury understood completely. He felt the same way his first time---although with different results. Both furs understood the unspoken word. Now was the time. The otter quickly lept out of his clothes--ok, it was just a pair of boxers, but still. Aury shucked off his trenchcoat, revealing that he had nothing on beneath--save for his throbbing red erection. The otter grinned and immediately attacked with vigor. Aury mmmrrrrred and groaned as his paws attached themselves to the back of the otter's head and shoved him down on his maleness, as he used on of his suprisingly nimble back paws to start rubbing at the otter's sheath. After a short while, the otter looked up at Aury-- the question obvious in his eyes. Aurick knew what was to be done. He released the otter and layed down on his back, his hindquarters raised just so. The otter looked determined and slowly crept up and teased himself by just entering the hole, then quickly retreating. He continued this same maddening pattern until both furs were whimpering for release. The otter set himself up, then launched himself forward, his cock hitting it's mark with a sniper's accuracy. Aury grunted at this sudden change of pace and tried his best to keep up with the otter's relentless invasion of his tailhole. Not long after, the huffing otter bit his lower lip and chirred. Aury knew this face well and clamped down on the heavenly intruder with all his might. With one last groan, the otter slammed his entire body forward and exploded into his lover, the force of his climax knocking him off his feet and onto the panting wolf. Already approaching his own point of no return, Aury's world skidded to a halt as the furry stimulus on his organ proved to be too much and he exploded, covering both furs with gobs of his sticky goo. Aurick & his lover clutched each other as their simultaneous orgasms ripped through their bodies--one emptying in Aur's hole, the other drenching both of their fronts. When all was said and done, the furs slipped off to sleep with a few words whispered: "I love you, Aurick." "And I you, Picky."
The end.
Slowly, she drew him over her ready form. She arched and clenched his rear, moaning in pleasure as she felt him penetrate her. She kneaded at his rear encouragingly as he started working the thick shaft in and out of her.
As she continued writhing under his attentions, her gaze fell upon the others, all presenting themselves, looking eager to be the one to please her. She enjoyed the pleasure they gave her sure enough, but as she turned her gaze back to her lover, she couldn't help but smile. Mr. Fluffy really was her favorite.
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Bummey the Savage had this to say about Reading Rainbow:
Jesus fuck, Nicole. You win.
Thank you, I guess.
Lessons learned: No one wants to get the "skullfucking story of the year" award.
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Skaw was listening to Cher while typing:
Weiners, weiners, weiners. Put 'em in your mouth.
Weiners, weiners, weiners, Getit,itslikemyjohnson.
Alpha.
ALPHA ALPHA RULES!! [ 01-09-2004: Message edited by: Bummey the Savage ]
I contribute this:
Guy fucked woman hard. Guy came. Woman left unsatisfied. asshole. The End.
Here's the links, I under any circumstance will not claim any responsibility to pain, damage, death, dismemberment, etc. to any of your property, family members, or yourself. I suggest you please keep any sharp and/or blunt objects away from you.
*giving you the comical MST'd versions to help you from losing sanity*
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