World of Warcraft Fanfic - A Sewer Date
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Done during work.
There once was a man named Pon Raul who lived in the sewers of Dalaran. He was a poor, unfortunate man. His wife divorced him and took everything he owned after his scandalous affair with Penny McCockcost, a goblin tranny who worked at the bar in Booty Bay on “Booty Tuesday” nights. He was at the end of his rope until a young, rather handsome gnome walked past him en route to the arena, melting all his troubles away. “Mmmmm…”, he thought to himself as he checked out the gnome’s shapely, perky ass beckoning him with every stride he took. The feeling of fire in his groin, comparable to that of an imp’s fel energy, wrote a song of sweet madness inside his frayed rags for pants.
Before he realized what had happened, he had the gnome by the throat, tiny tears rolling down his soft pink cheeks, his eyes widened in horror, horror of knowing full well what was to come. Pon took one of his hands off the gnome’s thin throat and combed through his pink Mohawk as he slowly grinded the wee cherub’s firm ass on his burning rod. Completely mad with lust, Pon threw the gnome with all his might against the sewer wall, his head violently colliding with it, some teeth becoming part of it, others flying through the air.
The gnome’s body landed in one of the many shit-clogged drains. Pon’s penis skin now barely holding back the erection, much like a tiny glove on a hand five sizes too big, was now ready for his poor victim. Surrounded in shit since his divorce, he didn’t care that the gnome was covered with the thick, smelly layer of filth. He cared even less about diving into the gutter to retrieve his prize. After what seemed like minutes, he retrieved the gnome, who was coughing up blood, shit, and piss. In one swift motion, Pon covered the gnome’s mouth with his own, swapping fluids between the two and the many denizens of Dalaran. The gnome struggled violently until he realized his tongue was between his assailant’s teeth. Blood exploded out of his mouth and he screamed in agony while Pon swallowed the little tongue in complete bliss. Blood showered his now naked body. He ripped at the gnome’s armor with his teeth and nails not once stopping to think about what said armor was covered in until…
There it was. Pon drooled a stream of brown down his long, nappy, shit-encrusted beard. He took the gnome’s ass with both hands and inserted his long neglected penis into it. He proceeded to sodomize the gnome until he got a little carried away, pushed into him a little too hard. The blood already dripping out of the gnome’s ravaged ass became a stream. Crying and screaming became coughing and puking up blood and fresh dookie . Then suddenly, the poor little gnome stopped.
Pon then realized what he had done and in a fit of guilt he ran through the sewers, lifeless gnome attached to his still erect cock. He saw his goal and ran faster. The light at the end of the tunnel was shining brightly, beckoning him with a sweet glare. A single tear rolled down his face as he jumped into the light.
Hope you liked it.
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There once was a man named Pon Raul who lived in the sewers of Dalaran. He was a poor, unfortunate man. His wife divorced him and took everything he owned after his scandalous affair with Penny McCockcost, a goblin tranny who worked at the bar in Booty Bay on “Booty Tuesday” nights. He was at the end of his rope until a young, rather handsome gnome walked past him en route to the arena, melting all his troubles away. “Mmmmm…”, he thought to himself as he checked out the gnome’s shapely, perky ass beckoning him with every stride he took. The feeling of fire in his groin, comparable to that of an imp’s fel energy, wrote a song of sweet madness inside his frayed rags for pants.
Before he realized what had happened, he had the gnome by the throat, tiny tears rolling down his soft pink cheeks, his eyes widened in horror, horror of knowing full well what was to come. Pon took one of his hands off the gnome’s thin throat and combed through his pink Mohawk as he slowly grinded the wee cherub’s firm ass on his burning rod. Completely mad with lust, Pon threw the gnome with all his might against the sewer wall, his head violently colliding with it, some teeth becoming part of it, others flying through the air.
The gnome’s body landed in one of the many shit-clogged drains. Pon’s penis skin now barely holding back the erection, much like a tiny glove on a hand five sizes too big, was now ready for his poor victim. Surrounded in shit since his divorce, he didn’t care that the gnome was covered with the thick, smelly layer of filth. He cared even less about diving into the gutter to retrieve his prize. After what seemed like minutes, he retrieved the gnome, who was coughing up blood, shit, and piss. In one swift motion, Pon covered the gnome’s mouth with his own, swapping fluids between the two and the many denizens of Dalaran. The gnome struggled violently until he realized his tongue was between his assailant’s teeth. Blood exploded out of his mouth and he screamed in agony while Pon swallowed the little tongue in complete bliss. Blood showered his now naked body. He ripped at the gnome’s armor with his teeth and nails not once stopping to think about what said armor was covered in until…
There it was. Pon drooled a stream of brown down his long, nappy, shit-encrusted beard. He took the gnome’s ass with both hands and inserted his long neglected penis into it. He proceeded to sodomize the gnome until he got a little carried away, pushed into him a little too hard. The blood already dripping out of the gnome’s ravaged ass became a stream. Crying and screaming became coughing and puking up blood and fresh dookie . Then suddenly, the poor little gnome stopped.
Pon then realized what he had done and in a fit of guilt he ran through the sewers, lifeless gnome attached to his still erect cock. He saw his goal and ran faster. The light at the end of the tunnel was shining brightly, beckoning him with a sweet glare. A single tear rolled down his face as he jumped into the light.
Hope you liked it.
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Xenon wrote...
Pon Raul?...Really? Go back to /b/.My apologize, at the time I wrote this short story I used the nicknames of two of my units more... artistic patients, Pon (Asian guy) and Raul (Hispanic guy). It wasn't until I read your post that realized that the name is quite similar to that of a certain politician but I can assure you that was completely coincidental. I don't mix politics and fan fiction.