WWE's The Miz and Randy Orton in: "Your Having A Bastard!"

You know, I absolutely have nothing to say. Let's see why, shall we?

Randy Orton downed another shot, his eyes never leaving the man he had been infatuated with for months now. Tonight he was determined to get what he wanted weather the man wanted it or not. The man in question was tan, his hair a bark brown, his eyes a deep blue that danced in the light. This man was completely and utterly awesome, this man was Mike Mizanin. The club was dark, thick smoke hung low in the air, music boomed in every direction. The bar was full, along with all the table around the bar, people eating and drinking, hanging out. Then there was the dance floor, seemingly hundreds of nameless bodies, grinding against each other.

Randy's eyes saw through all the people to Mike. He downed another shot, smirking as the man so innocently danced around with his friends, a drink pressed to his lips. Randy was far from being intoxicated, he handled his liquor well. Mike was the one on the verge of being drunk and in just a few more drinks; he would be and Randy would make his move on his unsuspecting prey. The Viper was known as being the most ruthless superstar their was or ever had been. The man was truly like the snake he was named after, cold and merciless on the surface and even deeper. Only the people who had wormed their way into his heart could ever stand around with him and feel safe. But even so, Randy had no problem snapping at them, he simply couldn't hurt those few people he loved.
 

Oh, boy. It's one of those. Let's just get on with it.

Two things first. One, this story may be rather weak by FFF standards, but you'll see why I chose it in a few moments. Two, this story is by MyBizTheMiz (no, really, that's his name) and disturbs me. More on why later.

Randy paid for his drink, a smirk in place as he watched Mike stumble back to the bathrooms; alone. This was Randy's chance. He stood and made his way back to the bathroom in the shadows of the club. The bathroom was dirty, dark and dull, not many people ever dared venture in here, only some drunken idiot and a drug dealer talking to him. As soon as the viper entered the room, his eyes landing on them and a sneer controlling his face, they both could not get out of the room fast enough. That left only him and the tipsy beauty that was Mike Mizanin, standing in front of the mirror and looking at his face.
 

The fuck is up with this bar? Shouldn't it have been shut down by now? And why are super rich and famous celebrities there? Was there no where better?

Randy took another look around the bathroom. The walls a dingy blue, the floor black it was so dirty, amazingly it was originally supposed to be white. Spider webs hung in every corner, the makers of them waiting for their next meal to fly by. The window was broken in several places, the walls covered with profanity and promises of forever. The sink was a place not many would dare touch, not knowing what kind of bacteria and disease clung to the counter top and knobs of the water. Randy had to wonder if the owner even gave a fuck about the condition of his establishment, by the looks of it, he didn't or he was dead as hell and there was no one to take over caring for the place.
 

Right, because it wouldn't have been shut down by now.

Randy's eyes snapped back to Mike. The man had turned to him, his eyes unfocused as they stared him down.

"Whadua want Ortion." Mike slurred at him, his body swaying dangerously.

Randy grinned evilly, swiftly making his way over to Mike, only inches from his face.

"You." His answer was dark and ominous as he quickly spun Mike and shoved him against the wall. The smaller man struggled, squeaking and struggling to get away. Mike being drunk, only got that first off, someone was over powering him and trying to hurt him maybe and that he was pressed up against the disgusting wall of the bathroom he had not wanted to step foot into in the first place.
 

Then why not rape him in the parking lot? Or slip him a rufy? Or GGGGAAAAAHHHH WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS?!

"Help! Rape! Someone!" Mike screamed as hard as he could up until Randy covered his mouth with his hand. Mike was determined not to let this happen, he bit down on Randy's hand hard, drawling blood. The large man behind him hissed and yanked his hand away. Seconds later he felt Randy's fist come down hard on the back of his head, knocking his head into the germ infested wall of the bathroom before the hand found his way back to covering his mouth.

That's surprisingly in character for the Miz.

"You scream or bite me one for fucking time, i'll make sure this is alot worse on you." He spat venomously as he tore his pants down. Mike whimpered, his head throbbing as tears welled up in his eyes. That had hurt like hell and he couldn't see straight. He was suddenly much more sober then he had been seconds ago. "R-Randy please." Mike swallowed hard as he felt another hand snake into his own pants, roughly taking his soft member in callused hands.

Randy ignored his pleas, jerking the soft shaft before pulling Mike's pants down, ripping his boxers away. Randy pulled back a bit, grinning down at Mike's half naked form. "Imma take my hand away, and if you scream again...Ill kill you." He hissed into Mike's ear. The hair on back of Mike's neck stood up and he nodded, he really believed that Randy would murder him if he screamed anymore. That is why when Randy positioned himself to Mike's hole the man said nothing. Even when Randy harshly thrust into the virgin tight hole, no lubricant, not prep, nothing. Mike just gasped and covered his own mouth, crying silently as he preyed for someone to come in and help him.
 

Again, fairly tame so far, but this is where it starts getting horrifying. Just letting you know.

It was hard for Mike not to scream and beg, this was his first time with a man. He had been trying to save it for his lover John Morrison but he hadn't gotten to do that, Randy was taking that from him and it hurt, it broke his head, that hurt him more than having Randy's huge cock brutally shoved deep inside him. It was warm in the club but Mike felt cold right down to his core. Randy was raping him, Randy Orton, a man he worked with was taking his first time by force. Mike felt warm liquid running down his legs. Randy had yet to come so what was that? Blood.

Randy was ruthless, slamming in and out of the smaller man, not caring about how he cried and whispered, begging quietly. Mike was being ignored completely, all Randy was paying attention to was the night passage he was pounding in and out of with no regard for Mike once so ever. Mike was pressed flush to the wall, his tears streaking his face as Randy took what he wanted. Every time Randy slapped his ass, every time Randy pounded into him, every time Randy groaned or grunted, Mike felt like a little part of him was dying.

Mike could feel himself tearing, just like he could feel Randy's hands all over him, groping and touching him in places he had never let any other man touch. He hated it. He despised the way Randy's hand gripped his cock, jerking it along with his merciless thrusts. But it did no good, Mike was not hard, he was soft as ever and only in pain. Clear hot tears trailed down his cheeks to meet with the blood from his lip which he had bitten through to drop off his chin and onto the dirty floor.
 

See what I mean? It's one thing when the characters get raped and like it. It's a whole nother ball park when they hate the forced intercourse.

With one last, final roar; Randy thrust into Mike, cumming deep inside of him and filling him to the brim. Mike Just sobbed once more, his body shuddering as Randy's sperm exploded inside of him. The large man pulled out, letting Mike fall to the floor in a battered heap of blood, sperm and tears. Orton cleaned himself up, putting his clothes right before bending down to Mike's face.
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CunkkysnjoQ

"You tell ANYONE about this, and I'll see to it that it happens again but next time, you wont live to snitch." His hissed venomously. Mike choked on one of his chest rattling sobs but nodded, listening as Randy's shoes tapped the floor, leading him out of the bathroom as if he had not just violated his fellow superstar and left him all alone in his misery.
 

The end... of chapter one. This is a grand 14 chapter masterpiece. I don't have that much time, so how about one more chapter, eh?

Mike laid on the cold, dirty floor, unable to move. His whole body was just limp. He could feel the blood and come oozing from his abused hole, he could hear the banging of people on the dance floor, but what did he feel? He felt pain. It was all he could say, it just, it fucking hurt him. He couldn't get up and he knew that. So he laid there and he cried. He knew no one would enter this bathroom and if by some chance they did they wouldn't give to cents about him. But he was wrong, his bestfriend and apprentice Alex Riley was worried for him. Alex actually saved him, if not for him them Mike would have been left there for maybe another man to get a hold on him.

The sound of Alex's shoes on the tile floor made Mikey's eyes snap over, the gasp that was heard let him know whoever this was, he was familiar with them. The arms that lifted him and the face that met him let him know he was safe now. But it didn't ease the pain. It just made it hurt worse if anything. He didn't want his apprentice to see him like this? But there was nothing he could do about it. He tried so, so hard to keep his tears at bay but it was in vain. Mike let out a small wail before burying his face in Alex's chest, letting out a heart breaking sob that rattled his well toned body.
 

Well toned?

Alex's eyes were wide, what had he just walked in on? His friend...His crush...Mike was just laying on the bathroom floor, bleeding from his ass, his clothes torn and he looked...He just looked helpless. That was one thing Alex had never seen...Until now.
 

Obviously.

He held onto Mike tightly while he cried into Alex's chest.

"Mike, Mikey what happened?" He asked worriedly.

Mike sobbed harder. "R-R-Ra-Rap-Rape!" He stuttered out. It took a few moments for Alex to get it but soon realization lit his light brown eyes.
 

"It was terrible! Snoop Dog came in here, raped me, and rapped the entire time! And his beat wasn't dope or fresh!"

"What? Mike? Who? When? Oh Mikey..." His eyes were wide, he wasn't sure what to do but he knew good and damn well the whoever did this...He would make them pay. But right now, all he wanted was to make sure his mentor got taken care of; seeing the awesome Mike Mizanin like this was scary, heart breaking.

Alex had never dealt with a rape victim before...He had no idea what to do. All he could think of was to cover Mike in his thick jacket and carry him out to the car. So thats what he tried to do but as soon as he started to pick him up Mike let out a small whimper. Mike Mizanin didn't whimper...
 

"He just whines, and screams, and cries like a little girl."

Alex looked down to the man in his arms with a shocked expression, unbelieving even. "Oh Mike..." He shook his head and went on, picking the smaller man up with ease, working his way through the club, giving anyone who dared say anything a look that could defiantly kill.
 

Randy watched with a smirk as Alex carried Mike out the door. He chuckled, shaking his head and sipping his drink. No, Randy Orton didn't care at this point. He had gotten what he wanted and he was done with it. Or so he thought he was anyways.

Alex gently sat Mike in the passenger seat, letting his seat back and standing out in the cold January air making sure Mike was buckled in and okay before he got in himself and started the thirty minute drive to the nearest hospital. Mike and Alex had good chemistry, always liked each other but never done anything with it, now was not the time to either but Alex let his hand find Mike's and gently grip it, lacing their fingers together. The ride was pretty quiet before Alex simply couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mike...who did this to you?" It was a simple question. Mike answered with a simple lie. "I don't know..." His voice splintered like wood that was having too much weight put down on it at one time and was breaking under the sheer force of the object. It was fitting' Mike was breaking under the sheer reality of what had just happened to him. The ride was pretty quiet, Mike just...didnt want to speak and doubted he could if he wanted to and Alex was too immersed in his thoughts to say anything to his friend.
 

They pulled up to the hospital, Alex carried Mike inside without a word to the poor man he had come to call his best friend. They had to wait outside in the ER until it was their turn. Once they were called Mike was taken back, police were called. Alex was forced out into the waiting room while they interrogated Mike and checked him for disease and whatever else he could get from some stranger fucking him into a cold stone wall.
 

That's just lazy writing. Just say "They checked him for STD's.". Not that hard.

Alex pulled out his phone and decided to call some close friends, letting them know where they went so fast and what they were doing. First one he called was Evan Bourne. He and Mike had a bit of a history. Nothing sexual but they had been friends since ECW. Of coarse Evan had grabbed his lover Jake Hager and rushed to the hospital, the bouncy bubbly man panicking so bad Jake refused to let him drive.

"Jake! We gotta hurry and your to slow!" Evan bounced around in his seat, his hands shaky as he bucked himself in. Jake started the truck, ignoring him about who was driving.

"What'th going on anywayth?"

"Mikey is hurt!" Evan looked out the window, Alex hadn't told him why, just said he was hurt and where they were. Evan had already hung up and taken Jake to the car.

The large, hay blond man was never irritated with his lover, he was used to this with Evan but he was curious and even worried himself. He was good friends with The Miz too.

Evan burst through the doors of the ER, his eyes landing on Alex in a heart beat. He zoomed over, bombarding Alex with questions about Mike. Jake walked in after him, calmer, waving a people so they wouldnt try to sedate Evan. Evan looked like he might be escaped from a mental hospital or hurt so bad he couldn't control his body. Jake sat beside Alex, and listened to his lover and friend speed talk...More like Evan spoke so hard you couldnt understand and Alex stared at him dumbfounded. This would be a long night, one of worry and fear.
 

All right, enough. There's twelve more chapters of this, but they're all pretty boring.  It turns out Miz is pregnant with no explanation what so ever and some boring rape trauma shit. There is, however, this unique part:

Mike stared at doctor with disbelief. There was no way in hell this man could be serious. He was not pregnant. Men did not get PREGNANT! Mike was to busy going over this in his head he did not hear the doctor explaining it, Alex did, Alex was right beside him, he hadn't left Mike alone since he was raped a month ago. Mike had yet to tell anyone anything about it so all he could do was hold his hand and make sure no one could hurt him. Alex was Alex like that, Mike thought he was being over protective but in the back of his mind he was so glad to have Alex there, making sure no one could get him.

The doctor left the room without Mike noticing, he was staring at the wall in shock, his usual bronzed skin a stark white as he trembled.

He was not aware of much, he was aware the doctor had said he was pregnant and aware that Alex was holding his hand but that was about it.

"Mikey...You okay?" Alex looked over at his friend worriedly, he did not like how Mike was taking this...Course he would be freaking out too but still, Mike was his best friend and he was worried.

"..." Mike just stared at the wall, the look of shock melting into confusion as he thought more and more about it and then...

It hit him.

Who is the father is this damn thing?

He hadn't talked to John in forever...He didn't know what was going on with that. And the last person to be with him like that...

OH HELL NO!

There was no way he was pregnant...With Randy Orton's second child!

"Mikey? Mike talk to me." Alex shook the man's shoulder. "Michael answer me!"

"Alex..." Mike's voice was soft, a certain sign something was wrong. "Alex...this baby..."

"Yes?" The larger man hadn't even thought about it...

"I was raped..."

There was a moment of silence in which realization slapped Alex in the face.

"Oh fuck! Mike!" And Alex was up, pacing the room, his brows furrowed as the man's shoes squeaked going over the tile floor. His deep growls and angered huffs filling the room. "Mike you know who did this! I fucking know you do and you need to tell me now!" No he was not sure what he would do but he had to do something. Mike was pregnant, he was going to need help and the man who did this needed his natural born ass beat.
 

Feel free to read the rest here:http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6820794/1/Your-Having-A-Bastard

As for me, I need to see a priest and a doctor about a castration.

The Scooby gang in "Scooby Doo and the Trip of Lust"

The Scooby gang in "Scooby Doo and the Trip of Lust"

Welcome, people's! This is to be FFF, but my FFF. This is merely to destroy your souls until Rob takes the reigns again. If he never does, well... too bad.

Now, obviously, I am not Rob. I have no intentions of replacing him. To me, this feels like the "Step-Parent" relationnship. So, I'll just say "I'm not trying to replace him. I don't want to be him. But, I hope that we can be friends!"

So, that's out of the way, so now, I have a very different sense of humor than Rob. I also have lower standerds, for what that's worth. Basically, this might offend you more than normal FFF. Also, expect "Pokemon Story" level abominations more often.

Now, on to our feature presentation!

That was a cloud and stromy nigth. The Scooby Doo's Mysteris Inc Car was moving at slow sped, because there where bananas in the street. Rain was pouring down knifes of water in shape of diamonds, because that land was new to then. Yes, it was Kinston City, in Jamaca Island, the earth of Bob Marley and Stevie Wonder.

 They where there in a trip of hollyday. The Mystery Inc Got plnty of money latery because of recent Voodo attacks in New Jersey. So, with money, they gott to Jamaics.
 

Oh, yeah. By the by, it's Comicsnix. YOU'RE WELCOME.

This day in particular is special. It's the Mardi Glass carnival in Kingston, so our heeroes are going there to party and see clevarges of woman. Scooyb is specially happy, 'cause he now is in other country, so he can abuses other woman without being arrest.
 

Wait, is Scooby wanting to abuse all women or just one woman? And which "woman" would that be? Did Shaggy have a sex change, is that what's going on?

Also, is it really legal to beat women in Jamaica? That seems... odd.

Fred was drivinh the van, Daphne was at his right side and Velma at Daphn's side. Scoorbu and Shoggy where in the back of the Van.

"Hey Scoob, do you wanna Scooyb Snarks?" Asks Shaggy, in the moving Van, to the big Deustch dog name Scooy Do.

"Yadda yadda do I want it old pal!" answers felicity the dog with shaking rabies in his butt.

 

"Here, eat it all boobies shaker, you deserve it!" and Shagy throws the knacks to Scooby mouth, bacause it's a reward for eating evil voodo priest in 'ol Jersey.

As the car moves, Fred can help but feel pain in the butt:

"Daphne, could you please scratch my buttocks? They itch!"

Daphne looked Fred's pants and saw he was horny, so she negated:

"No...you don't deserve my attention, your intentions are bad shaped." and she put herself to rest. Daphne got very prissy lately. After doing her second abortion, she knew her live had to change, and the first to gow was Freddy casual sex she had with him. She couldn't really have sure if he was the father of her two aborted babies, because Freddy sleept with many woman.
 

Wait, she doesn't know if Freddy is the father of her two aborted babies because Freddy sleeps with many different women? How does that work?

"Oh Fred" said Velma, the hot chicken in black flamed glasses "let me help you" and she moved her hand to appease Fred's pain.

"No!" cried the blond boy scout, slapping the nerdy girl's hand with his pale nail crusted fingers.

Velma became utterly sad. She always have bem the black cannary of the group. Always ignored, always shit chatted in the back. If Daphne spoiled the plan, who got the poop in the face? Veldma. If the villain scapade, ho let him goes? Veluma. It was alwers her, the mistruted, the butt secked. No one gave a shits to her. So she vomited in her legs.
 

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"ARGH!!!!" cries Daphne, disgusted with the puke that spilled inside her mouth.

"Damnation Velma, You did it again!!!!!! Now the car will smell like ostrich arses!!!!" cries the impotent Fred, almost losing control of the car to the will of bed smel. Vomit splashed all over Velma's lap, her breasts, the groung, Daphne's titties and Frad's boobies.

Shaggy and Scoob, that where smoking a crack in the back van, stood up to look. They laughed:

How does one "smoke a crack"? Do you shove a pipe up someone's ass and AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH
WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS?!

"HAHAHAAH!!!! You three got really fucked up there in the front, won't you, bastards!!!" says Shaggy, with Scoob sloobering to the vison of that delicous pool of steaming rotten vomit at Velma's lap. The puked flu fried chicken from yesterday was all mish mashed with Were-wolf cum, because Velma got raped by one last month. Werewolves cum usually stay forever in the stomach of the blowjober after a bad suck night, but because werewolves are allegic to hormone injected chicken, the cum got out.
 

 

"Damn Shaggu, you could at lest help us here!!!" says Freddy, who got vomit splashed on his moldy hair ( he uses a dreadlock now, so he don't wash it and the hair rusted, turning red).

"Okay" said Shaggy, "Scooby, you know what to do!" and Scoovy jumped to the front seat over Velma's lap.

"Argh!!! You stepped on my pussy you retarded dog!!!" cried Velma, punching the Dalmatian on the nose. He sneezed and snot flied on her face.

"Okay Scooby, now, show how your balls got big." said Shaggy and Scooby started to lick and swaallow the puddle of vermin infested vomit on Velma's lap. He eated it on her pullover sweate, them on the pale stocking-covered legs, them he moived to the pussy.
 

I have no idea what any of this means, which terrifies me to no end.

"Wha—stop Scooby!!! You will lick my hymen!!!" but Scooby didn't heard. He ontinued, till he found her shinny panties of nerdy hot glasses poultry girl. It was very sad that the puked excrement entered the pussy, and that piece of undergarment was on the way. So Scooby prepared his jaw and...KNACK!!!!! He slaughtered the panties with one bite. Sadly for Velma, he savaged her vagina, plucking her labia majora from its place, exposing raw tumor filled flesh to the marijuana infested air. But her hymen is intact, and that's what matters.

Exactly! All that matters is that the hyme-

"Godmanit!!! Scoobyt, what the shit fuck you did?!!?!?" cired Ferd, very gallowed in maggots that grew inside his rat's nest he calls hair. Fred is getting very tired and the fuel on the car is reaching it's final lamnets. If they don't reach Kingstion till the night, Rude Boys will fuck their arses with bamboo pipes.
 

 

Scooby actually, with all that licking and sniffing, really started to feel something different in his body.

He never felt like that, because he never aproached a woman so nearer before, and he is virgin too. The voyages and tribulations with the gang have been cruel to his natural emotions. Can't stand in one place, grow a family, raise kids. Always running from ghosts, debunking charlatanian cocaine inhalers and having to watch the same old bullshit Penn and Teller reruns. Life ain't easy for that sheep hunter. It never was.
 

Evil people insert Star Wars joke here.

His loiality to Shaggy was what maintainted his instincts quietly in place of elfs, never boner acquiring and never humping good high-heeled bare lady legs.

But...after these avents told here by you by me myself, his animalistic size apertured dong woke up. The first signs of inner life inside that 'ol swinging dick risen up, and the blood clots started to flow inside his vein filled and marred penis.

"ARF! ARF!!" barks Scoorbs "Velama, you pussy smell like macarroni!!!" and Scooby started to lick it profoundely, mixing his sloobed spit with tumor tainted blood, chicken filled vomit and carnicerous fetid gonorrhea that emerged from Velma's pulsating vulva.
 

Sounds like "Velama" should see a doctor, and quickly.

Daphne was shocked. That bestial animality was so utter disgusting that her old psychic wounds have re opened again, to torment and plaything with her ludacris mind. She moved her puke covered right hand to her vagina and started to masturbate, or else, she would snap and all the treatment she's been doing would get cancelled results.

To help with the mastubation ('cause she don't want to lust over Scooby, because he is friend), Daphne grabs an issue of Playgirl, starring Steve Buscemi.
 

I probably have that issue. Though, I probably have them all.

Fred kept driving, 'cause it was stormy night and if he looks the sex, the car crashes, so he masturbates mentally.
 

No idea what ComicsNix means by that, but it's awesome.

Meanwhile, Velma, visibly distraught, mutters and howls with a cicerone's loud voice:

"Stop it Scoobys, You will un-virgin me! I'm keeping my hymen to my first boyfriend!!!!" but she don't have any.

Stop after some licks, Scooby stopped. He felt bad taste in mouth. Velma don't clean pussy, because it's against religion.

"OohoOHOhhhhhh Scorbis!!!" said Velma, moaning like koala "...thanks Gord you stop...I felt I was starting to like it...and it's not good to our friendship."

Scooby agree, so he lift his penis and inserted it full frontal inside Velma's moronic vagina.
 

"Moronic Vagina" is an awesome band-name.

"ARRGGHHSS!!!!" she cries, as a ball of pubic hair gets inserted inside her. She don't shave, so it accumulates and get forest.

The Scooby Dong's penis is erectile and goes in and out of Velma, putting an end to her virgin marry sex with pagan prince. But the ass is intact.

As the bats of blood get expelled from Velma's viollated vagina, Shaggy gets a boner. He pull down his panties, revealling the moistened maroon cock. He prepares himself, 'cause he want to participate in the poliamorous frugal party.

So, the configuration is this: Fred driving, Daphne Masturbating to his right, Velma being penetrate by Scooby to Daphne's right.

Shaggy decides and jump to the front seat. Because he tall, he opens the top of the van ceillinng, turning into convertible.
 

Wait, the Mystery Machine is a convertable? That's something I don't recall from the show. Probably would have made it infinitely more awesome. Just sayin'.

So...he rubs his cock a bit to get it warm and ready, picks a pot cigarette and crawl a bit. He then dips his cigarrete inside Velma's virginity blood and then lights it.
 

 

"Tasty."
 

NO

And then, ready to go, he shoves his proctuberous cock inside...Scooby's Mouth!!!! The Deustch Dog is gotten with surprise, but he likes a lot and licks and sucks it with very deliciously.

Shaggy then seats on Velma's face, because he is tired and his butt need rest. Velma's is a bit consterned and lose a bit of breath. She screams to Shaggy with a stuffy voice:

"Damnffff...Shaffggy....I'mfff.....fuufooocatingffffff!!!!!!!" and Shaggy hears. Because he is a fartist, one who have camplete control over his bowels movements, he starts to expell fresh fluid farts over Velma's face, so now she can breathes.
 

So, he shit on Velma's face... and now she can breath. SIR, I DOUBT THE VERISMILITUDE OF YOUR SCOOBY-DOO GANG-BANG EROTIC FANFICTION

"Ffthanksssfffff!!!!" thanks Velma, and now she can enjoy Scoouby's chancre overidden penis and Shaggy pimple covered butt farting ass.

Even though Velma's neck is getting pressed by the heavy in pot Shaggy's body, he is the one who suffers, because he must be arched so Scooby can suck his dick without having to flex the neck's muscle too much. "A martyr one must have/for the dick he shall lead." already said the old poet Ron Jeremy.

 

"Velma, are you okay?" Aks Fred, who is getting very needy this moment. It's ironic how, a mere moment ago, he was the fuck-it-all stallion who debauched and belittled the shy big booty blessed Velma Dickley. And now, the payback is strong, and the pretty pitty boy now gets sensitively alonely in that dark corner the car's driver's gets after a night of beer and bones.

However, every ills comes to an good, because, being ignored in a democracy of lust often leds the man to seek his sowrrodings...and that's wath he do, because, in that cold cloud night, thru the rearview mirors, Fred sees an movement...and a noise:
 

Oh, don't worry about that. That's just innocence and sanity dying. Again.

"BRUUUUMMMMMM!!!!!!" like a howling were-cow in a sun bathing loaned candy shop.

Fred squeezes his eye to see ho it was...ho it was...ho it was...and then...oh...no!!! My Fowling-GOD!!!!!!!!!!!

"Damn! The Rudy Boyys!!!!" screams Freds.
 

Jinkies!

Everyone getting in the fuckery gets alarmed. Shaggy pompritly shoots:

"Fast Scooby, shoot cum in their engines!!!!"
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCWK7Kco0fY

But Velma intervene:

"Shaggy, cumshot does not work that way!" and she turn her head again to the inside of Shaggy's butt. The position all of the threee aren't many confortable, because the road have many holes, so every bump the car does, Scooby doess a bite on Shaggy's dong, who spurts blood of cafeteria. Velma on the oister hand must stand with her neck the Shaggy butt weight, but she already knew the life of a wife is not so simple. Good blowjobers have strong necks.

"Yo mama dude!!!! Stop dat car and give us dat asses!!!!" cries on of the miscreants. They where in number of fivel, two in one motorbycicle, two in one placid running donkey jackass and the leader, the one whom screamed, on a monocycle, because real leaders must show manhood.

All of then had Marley Drealockers, very filled with pinky read flowers. They where...the Cotton Rudy Gang!!! The most dangerous criminalia scum of the new Jamaican. They raped manequins, defiled old middle class grannies and parked at disabled parking bays. They start to shoot maggots:
 

Ah, yes. I was wondering when those would show up. Surprised it took this long, really.

"AHHHHH!!!" scream Daphne, while the the maggots penetrate her nipples thru the milky way. "Fred!!! You must does somethnig!!!!"
 

 

And he does. He looks prounfodly in the road ahead. It's a dirt very one, ful of dirty and molten earth, like the countryside of Siciliia. By both sides of the van, ther is glasses, very tall and gren, full of lusting moths of ciceroni. He mut thinsk very rapdly to not let get out the change.

But the rudi boys in the motorrbyclece then jumps on the van!!! And they have bamboo pipes!!!
 

Continuity!

Fred with fastly movmentnes drifts then van and make dangerouslly movement with car, to throw mad rudi in the road, but they claw have for hands. The rudis starts to throw their own poo at the gang, contaminated with AIDS!!!

"Fast Scooby!! Blow the shit!!!" and Scooby blow the flying bowel's molasses with his powerful lungs on the two rudi faces. The dung splashes on both crimianals porkyt noses, and they falls on the ground and explodes in a million of homogenous venereal diseaces.
 

"Hoolly Golly, theres is two o more o them!!!" and now it's time of the ones on the running jackass camel. The camel gets to stomp by the side of the van, to take then off the road.

"YAGHERS!!!!" cries Fredz with much destiny in his hands and losing contreol of the suffering Mystery Inc van.

With all that movement, Scooby's shakes and his jaw closes on Shaggy's penis, almost amptating his manhood, but Shaggy is a hippie, so the power of rock saves him.
 

"A rock flew up and hit Scooby in the head, stopping him from biting Shaggy's genitalia off. Amazing, really."

Daphne is still masturbotin, and with all the bumps and crashes on the car, she inserted her whole hand inside the vagina, but the pussy is okay, because she trimmed her woman nails.

Velma is the one suffering most abuse, manly caused by Shaggy bursting ass's pimples. The mucus of those red round floppy skin diseases gets entering her eyeballs and tainting her black framed glasses. It will need a polish, but not from Charley Goldman.
 

 

The car is almost getting out of the road. Fred is having a hard time to control the vehicle, it keeps skidding on the cannabis plantation that cover that manicentful country. But the gang's leder keeps the strong arm on the whells, he nows how to deal with unexpective situation.

In an act of virile masculity, Fred moves the whell faster and knock the camel's toes, perforating the femoral bones from it's head. The camel falls on the groung and goes on spinning like mad mary, and throws the two rudy ones on the van. This time, Scooby is the one to act, and he slaps both boys with his many inches dong way, and they fly to the air very high, only to fall by the side of river halleluja, the river of joy...and they die.

"Good Scopby, only one more lefts!!!!" cries Freid with gases and pooping in his trousers.
 

Sure, why not.

Even though there's only one maniacal left, they are umpossibly disprepared. That one is the most viciously analy raping monster of all Deustch Jamaica. He never lonsers, he takes it all and swallows the pussy. Thats why he is the leader.

Worse than that, the car smell is horriblyfied by all that vomit, clotted blodd and proliferating homophobic parasites. Most of the water contained inside these waste fluids got evaporated with the mad race to the life agains Rudy Boys, so the vomit, blood and poo impregnated on the skin and clothes of the Scouby gnang, leaving an utterly abysmal stench of rotten elephant corpses humping with half raped pregnant hyenas.
 

 

Velma can't even move her body, because it's all covered with a warm baked vomit pap. At least she can't catch a could or swine flu.
 

Wait, why can't she? I genuinely want to know.

But the worse is goonna come, the rudy leader is aproaching!!!! His machine gun mounted on his monocycle is readying it's aim to the head of our heroes. What gang of Scomby is gota do?
 

It's a mystery!

"Daphna...you must act...now..." raises the question Fred, and Daphne clearly she knows wath he talks aubot.

"N...no...no....onononononononnooooooooo!!!!! I can cannot!!!!" she screamers with yelled lungs.

"Yes, you must Daphre, or else the gang will get butt raped!!!"

And she falls into tears of unglory. The desstiny of the clique denpeds on her attitute towards animalistic fellatio. If she does it, if she...for only this moment...do what it must be done to save everyall people, all the theropy sensions, all the talks and self discoveries she did after abortion trauma would mean no nothing. She thinks "Oh Lordi, why all it? Why you inflict more pen in my heart? Does I deserfe to be a hooker to the fortune? This burden is all mostly self trauromatic...I shall what to do?"

The gang looks at her vomit covered fading pale skin. She blinks those emerold eye with difficult becuse pidgeon poo stuck on her eyelashes. But the will is there, only a fried hand is need in this moment of doubs, in this moment of hesitation. Fred goes with his left moral hand to her shoulder...and then Scooby with his tongue...and then Shaggy and his cramped hand of crack...even the farted Velma puts her hand on Daphnes buubies. Everyone is with her, everyoine show the love...show that...they will be forever by her side.
 

"Unless they get butt-raped!"

"...gang..." says Daphne between tears of sorrown, but happy at the same time "I love...you all...and I...will...never...give UP!!!!!" and Daphne strongly reunite forces to do what must be does. --action schwrtzneguer rambo music rolls --
 

I'm just going to assume this mean's that Daphne just turned into Arnold "Schwrtzneguer", and end the discussion.

She jumps on the front seat, and everyone stays again on position. Velma is at it already, with face in ass. Shaggy straightens his dick inside Scooby mouth, Scooby shove deeper the dong inside Velma...and now...Daphne crouchs on the cars floor, she pulls off her skirt revealling her limpidous ass, Fred put thumb inside it, she then prepares the mouth and...bite Scooby Doo's hairy NUTS!!!!!
 

 

"Yes Daphne!" battlecries Frad, "Now go, and suck these balls till they bleed the glory of AMERICA!!!!!"
 

The girl starts the fast swallowing movements, sucking, swalloing and spitting out the Scooby ball sacks. She repeats it at a 1 hertz frequency, and then acelerates at 30 hertz per second!! And going up!! It's turning so fast the guys are now measuring it in Horse powers per second. She is a Michael Pelphs of the ball sucking sport!!! And now...300 HPV!!!!

"OHHhhohohhohoohoho!!!!!!" moans Scooby doo with all that suckery on his ovoid elements of pleasure. His dong juices are fermenting inside his pulsing dog nuts and his eye eyeballs are rolling up in a ballet of convulsivative lustful gorgonopsia.

"Yes Daphne!! Goes mores, he is readyin' the cannon!!!" utters Fred, giving strnght for that girl to keep up to the great Queops ejaculations of the egypt.

However, the rudy boy leader already aimmed the gun...and he shoots!!! A plethrora of cocaine crack holding sacks covered with hobo's froozen sperm get fired at the gang with such a ludicrous speed even Dark Helmet would have his brains melted by that furious display of spartan zoophobia.
 

 

Fred!! Act fast!!!...and he does...he movves the wells fast and start to dodger every one of the shower of superlative malady inducing projectiles. But it's all too much, and he can't keep this till forever, so he cries:

"Fast Scooby...CUM!!!!!"

Scooby is feeling the cum come, the cum coming very more and his mouth is slobbering with ultimate luxury over Shaggy's swoollen mega dick. But Shaggy is a coward man of principles. He feels his doggy companion would cannot aim correctly his massive dong to shoot the rudi batard, and will doom all of then to a fate of eternal damnculation in the cum pools of hell. So his bowels gett loosen.
 

Well, that just makes good sense.

"Ahhffff Shaggyffff!!!!" cries in utterly desperation Velma already feeling the dung penetratings in her nose, "you... is..poopingfffff!!!!" and SPLORSH!!!!!" a buttery river of fumigating shit lava explodes out off Shaggy's orc's ass, corrupting his anal flesh scars and washing Veldma with a shower of malevolent colon cannonballs. They hit her nose and spreads all over the gang's car with the power of thousands of megatons of hippopotamuses fat arses.
 

 

"ARRRRGHHHH!!!!!!" screams everyone getting totally subdued by that stinky mass of black morgue mojo. But Daphne. She maintained the flux of suck spit suck spit and now, reached over seventy hundred horse powers. Scooby Doo's balls are blackshly purple like the molten core of Sun, and it lights like hot coal getting masturbated by thousands of horny gorillas. His climax arrive!!!!!

"Oohohoooooohhh!!! I will gonna CUM!!!!!" screams Scooby. Daphne imediately gett out, giving the cue to Shaggy, Scooby innermost frined of heart.

"Okay Shaggy, shoot to KIIIIIILL!!!!!!" and Shaggy get hold of Scooby mighty power cannor and Aim to the invading Rudy leader.
 

How is Scooby's seman gonna ki-
Nevermind. Just, go on.

"Die! AmerkAAAAAANS!!!!!!!!" screams the rudy and then..................an eruption of white mighty thunderball of dog's cum explodes in the face of the Rudy Boy, lauching him to thousands of miles in the outward starry sky of Bob Marley's land. The power of the fuck juice is so strong it disroots the dreadlock user's skin, making vaginal holes in the middle of his murder belly and tresspassing thru his poppy filled brain, exploding him into a cataract of bloody messed guts of marijuana poop filled bowels.

A shower of displeased Rudy body waste and sadly clamouring viscera falls over the Scooby gang's Mystery Inc van, and the Scooby gang rejoice.

They are all tired, the car is all trashed, Shaggy's ass is corrupted, Fred's thumb got amputated by Daphne's anal contractions, Velma's lungs got filled with colon dweller's waste and Scooby Doo's balls evaporated. But they are together.

Everyone gets a seat in the middle of the cornucopia of decadence and blasphemy. Mystery Inc engines are roaring still. Fred look to the gas tank, it's half full, not half empity. It's good enough...and they go to Kingston. No one say a word, but they know that...friendship...is all that matters.

The End
 

It's over? Really? Well, I don't have many witty...

Prologue: After long time the gang went their way , an echo from the sky could be heard. It's was the Rudy leader scream, his last words : "Damn Meddling kiiiiiiids!!!!!!"

The End 2