I read against my nature and have re-read it multiple times and would love more in its style and depth.

And overall it's one of my favourites ever.

I would love more of this pairing.

You can find the AO3 Pride Month collection here:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/PrideMonth

Late entries are accepted.

Rick tiptoed into the bedroom, creeping slowly across the floorboards so as not to wake Morty. He reached the bed and looked down longingly at his sleeping lover. he leant down slowly and whispered in his ear "Lets go on an adventure Morty". He stole a kiss, pressing his alcohol moistened lips gently against mortys soft pale cheek. Morty's eyes opened a crack and a brief moan escaped his lips. Rick's head whipped round, and he felt mortys warm breath caress his mouth. Their eyes locked and rick felt an instant connection, he stared deep into the emerald pools lustfully, watching the pupils dilate with arousal. Uncertainly, Morty craned his neck up and placed his lips on Rick's, gently prising apart his teeth with his tongue. Their tongues intertwined and Morty gently sat up, concentrating on keeping his lips sealed around rick's. He reached down and slowly unbuttoned his partner's shirt, shivering as Rick slid his tongue momentarily down his throat. Rick's arms slid down morty's chest reaching his pajama trousers and gently slipped them off. Morty pulled the shirt from ricks shoulders and rick slid down his fly. Knowing what to do morty turned onto his back, drawing up his legs to present his backside. He felt searing pain and turned to see rick raise his hand again "Yes daddy!" He yelped as the next spank landed, leaving a hand shaped red mark on his poised buttocks. "Please... take me..." morty whispered, the precum glistening on his erect shaft. Rick leant over and growled lustfully, playfully nibbling at morty's ear before biting a little, Morty let out a long moan of pleasure. Rick removed his underwear and his impressive penis sprung from its sweaty prison, gleaming with juice in anticipation of the act. Almost uncertainly, rick pressed his tip against morty's anus, feeling the muscles clench in fearful excitement. Rick pushed forward, sliding his shaft into morty's rectum, then pulled out slowly, gradually he increased his pace as he thrust his phallice into morty, his tip hitting morty's prostate with a wet slap. Morty groaned rhythmically in time to rick's efforts, allowing himself to get closer and closer to his climax. Just before he was ready to cum, rick pulled away, leaving morty feeling empty and tantalisingly close to being satisfied. Rick turned him over and stared hard at morty's throbbing cock, he turned slowly so that the pair's mouths were inches from each others' dicks and uncertainly, both leant in to pluck the tip with their lips. Morty began to move his head back and forth sucking off rick as hard as he could, to reward him for the pleasure he was giving him. Both boys came at the same time, sticky, white semen flowing down their throats as they lay there, side by side, satisfied at last. Morty looked into rick's eyes and whispered "Bluereuhrhhh" because he still had jizz in his mouth. He spat out the last of it "I love you" They closed their eyes, and slept

Hi everybody,

I'm a writer at NitWitty Magazine, and I'm currently working on a piece about slash fiction, and I wanted to get some insight from writers that enjoy working in the genre, and their thoughts on the medium.

My questions are:

Why write slash?

Why read it?

What got you involved in the scene?

What makes slash (other than the obvious) different than fanfic?

Why write slash instead of original material?

If you do write both, who do you decide which to work on?

I'm sure as the conversation progresses I'll think of more, and feel free to elaborate in general.

Thanks!

2 months. It has been 2 months since Dumbsford was cuckolded by Coon. The night it happened, Coon quickly left and Dumbsford was left feeling emasculated and hopeless. This experience was supposed to make his marriage better, not break it apart!

Drape washed up and went to bed that night without a word. She was feeling shallow, oddly exhilarated yet …whorish. She wasn’t sure if this was part of being a woman or not, and that left her confused.

For the next 2 months their marriage went on as normal. The incident was never spoken of, yet it always lingered behind every conversation. “Would you like eggs, dear?” Sure, would like to be a whore? “Yes honey, I would thanks.”

This really messed with Dumbford’s head. Surely, the essence of being a man was in his ability to please his wife? And he couldn’t seem to do that. All he wanted was to get rid of a little crush he had on Coon; not totally derail his life! He began doing research. “What can I do to fix this, to be a man again…” He stayed up countless hours searching the darkest corners of the internet to find any ungodly solution he could in order to be a man again.

POP

A pop-up add. Drink 16 ounces of my semen, guaranteed to make you feel like the ultimate man.

It had a stock image of some generic dude with a super nice bod. “Looks cheesy, but I haven’t seen anything else…” Dumbsford looked over at Drape, slumped over in the bed, sleeping like an angel. He grabbed his precious iPhone and called the number on the ad. A hoarse voice answered-

Yes this is Dylann Storm

Yes I just saw your ad-

Oh the pop-up! Yes. Wouldn’t believe how many people respond to that ad.

Yes, I just saw the ad and I wanted to know: is it true that 16 ounces of your semen can make someone…feel like the ultimate man?

My semen… has... an unfounded pureness to it.

How is that so?

I’m 100% white. Pure white. So drinking my semen gives any man the pure wholesomeness of the perfect race.

I’ll take 32 ounces!!

He wanted to meet in a shady part of town. It was two A.M.; the night was dead, yet Dumbsford felt so alive. Something told him that this would be what would put his marriage back together again. Surely him and Drape have been through a lot: the gender reassignment, the constant KKK rallies that seemed to always end in Drape’s butt rape, the withdrawal, the cuckolding, etc. “We’ve been through too much to give up now…”

He sat in his car, a chill autumn evening. Some headlights shined brightly up ahead, and then came closer to reveal a shadow of a man. Mysterious, elusive. He spoke through his window-

Turn off the car. Get out quietly. Stand over there.

He pointed towards an alleyway. Was he being duped? Was Dylann going to rob him? Kill him?! His heart began to pound rapidly as he slowly opened the door and tip-toed towards the alley. Dylann got out of his car and followed behind.

Stand there

He pointed to a dumpster. Dumbsford meekly walked over and stood next to it.

In order to get the full affects of my semen, you will need to harvest it fresh. Understand?

I understand…

It was difficult to make out his face due to the lack of street lighting, but as he leaned forward and unzipped his pants, the moonlight unveiled part of his face. Dumbsford looked down at his massive cock; it was glowing like the suitcase out of Pulp Fiction. He immediately felt on edge, and wondered if Dylann’s dick was in that suitcase the whole time.

How will I get 32 ounces?

If you can harvest my semen fresh, I promise that 32 ounces will be your reward.

He looked back down. Dumbsford was not the kind of person to be submissive, but in this case, with his marriage on the line- “Here goes nothing…”

He got to work, licking and sucking. All kinds of moans and grunting. He pulled out some of his best moves and even went around to the back for a little salad.

Almost ready, here’s your container.

Dylann handed him a glass container that read as 32 ounces.

Ok, don’t stop!

Dumbsford sucked faster and harder. He sucked that golden cock as if his life depended on it; because in some ways, it did.

Get the container!!

He grabbed the container, and as he jerked Dylann off, a constant stream of thick jizz shot out into the glass. It looked magnificent. It just kept going and going. 2 ounces. 6 ounces. 8 ounces. Dumbsford watched in stunned amazement until the entire container was filled, right up to the 32 ounce line.

Dylann zipped up his pants and held out his hand for payment, to which Dumbsford obliged.

You’ll want to consume that fresh. As fresh as possible if you know I mean.”

He made a drinking motion with his hands.

Dumbsford had to gulp down the entire 32 ounces right then and there. He lifted the container to his nose. The semen had a faint maple scent to it.

The scent. It’s a vitamin. I take it for clients, makes it easier.

He touched the container to his lips. The consistency was that of a thick syrup. “I thought I was going to blend this into a shake or something but fuck it oh well…”

He quickly poured the cum down his throat, trying hard not to taste it, but failing. Cum splashed into his nostrils, in his eyes, all over his chin. He kept going and going. He died a little inside, drinking this cum. He never had a taste for the stuff. He wanted to gag, to vomit it all back up but he kept going. Down, down, down.

He finished the container with a splash of goopy cum on his lips and threw it away, letting it shatter into a million pieces.

How was it?

Horrible. I need a minute.

He dry heaved, but wouldn’t let himself throw it back up. He needed this cum’s magical powers to be a man again! To feel like a man again!

He stood up.

How long until I feel the effects?

It’ll take about 8 hours, and they will come on slowly. I suggest just getting a good night’s rest and going from there.

Dylann walked away without a word, vanishing into his car and driving off into the night.

Suddenly Dumbsford heard a rustling and jerking sound. He whipped around, following the sound. “What IS that fucking sound?!” He looked up, to find what looked like a homeless vagrant up on top of a fire escape, completely naked, jerking off and staring at him.

Who the fuck are you??

He looked wild, dirty, insane.

YEAH YEAH MY NAME IS CLOUD WOLF!!!

He sounded like he was mentally the age of 6, but he appeared in his 30s with a huge, filthy beard.

What the hell were you up there the whole time??

YEAH WOLF WAS UP HERE THE WHOLE TIME!! WOLF SAW IT ALL! WOLF SAW YOU DOING BAD THINGS TO THAT GLOWY PENIS MAN BUT ITS OK!!

Dumbsford hesitated. He wanted to get home, it was almost four A.M.

Why is it ok, Wolf?

YEAH YEAH WOLF LIKES ANIMALS! WOLF TOUCHES HIMSELF TO ANIMALS ALL DAY! I WAS JUST TOUCHIN MYSELF LOOKING AT THAT CAT OVER THERE!

He pointed to a flea-ridden alley cat perched on top of the dumpster.

“I don’t have time for this shit…”

Ok Wolf, sounds great! You’re not gonna tell anyone about what you saw, right?

JUST TOSS WOLF THAT CAT AND WOLF DIDN’T SEE NOTHIN’!

Dumbsford grabbed the cat and tossed it up to Wolf. It shrieked in mid-air, and then clawed at Wolf’s arm as he grabbed it. He hugged and kissed it.

He shrugged and went back to his car, returning home and quietly snuggling up to Drape as she slept.

The next day was a blur. Drape woke Dumbsford up at three P.M.

Where were you last night?!

Dumbsford had no idea of how to answer that question. He felt different, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He grabbed Drape by the waist and slammed her on the bed, yanking her panties down as she giggled. He was immediately rock hard and turned Drape over, exposing her purchased pussy as she buried her face in the bed. He spit on it, and with one quick thrust, plunged his tiny cock balls deep inside Drape’s snatch. She squealed and yelped in excitement! He pumped and pumped and pumped, and 90 seconds later, he had the hardest jizz of his adult life.

He slumped over Drape, who leaned over and kissed him on the cheek-

Wow that was amazing, babe! What was that for?

I just felt like screwing the hottest bitch in town is all ;)

As Drape fell asleep in his arms, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was really Dylann Storm’s jizz he needed all along, or if it was confidence he needed. Either way, Coon would be getting another invite from them soon.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Someone was at the door. Dumbsford carefully peeled himself away from Drape and looked outside. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and he didn’t know this man at the door. He threw a robe on and cracked open the door.

Yes?

The man who stood in front of him had a wild look in his eye. Wild, but determined.

You don’t know me, but my brother knows me

Who’s your brother? I think you may have the wrong house, sir.

Are you sure? His name is Drape? Im Eugene. His brother. We haven’t talked in a long time and I tracked him down. I wanted to talk to him.

Dumbsford hesitated. Eugene looked a lot like Drape. Actually, he looked exactly like Drape. But Drape never mentioned having a brother.

Listen man, come on in. I know Drape. You’ll want to settle in and get comfortable; it’s a long story…

To Be Continued…

Drape and Dumbsford settled into married life quite nicely. Dumbsford paid all of the bills and worked 18 hour days in order to keep up with Drape’s revolving door of plastic surgery needs; Drape sat on her ass and fanned her pussy all day. This was an arrangement they were ok with. Dumbsford returned home every day to a moderately filthy trailer to a sexy, empowered wife he adored. They’re friends were absolutely jealous of their love.

They continued in this bliss for around 2 years, until one day Drape met someone through mod mail, his name was Midnight Tycoon-- but he liked to be called Coon. Coon proved to be an interesting person of sorts, spouting off about niggers and kikes. One day he posted a very titillating photo of himself for shits and giggles. While it was just a joke for some; Dumbsford could not, for the life of him, stop thinking about Coon’s round, juicy ass. “But I’m not a cheater…” he thought. It made him so uncomfortable to realize that he could be attracted to someone else, that he left mod mail for several days in order to self-reflect.

This process of self-reflection took quite a long time, as Dumbsford had never really done this at all. During this time, he completely shut Drape out and refused to open up about his feelings. He was afraid it would harm their marriage. He became obsessed with Coon’s butt. He had to see it again, just to be sure. He started trolling him for butt photos. He jerked off thinking about his butt. His sex life with Drape went downhill.

One day, Drape stormed downstairs, rollers in her hair, as Dumbsford walked into the house --

LISTEN YOU IM NOT TAKING THIS SHIT ANYMORE! YOU HAVE COMPLETELY SHUT DOWN ON ME, YOU STOPPED FUCKING ME, AND YOU DON’T TAKE ME OUT ANYWHERE!!! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OR IM OUT OF HERE!!!

Dumbsford sighed. He knew this day would come. He couldn’t hide his feelings any longer even if he wanted to.

Babe, I have a confession to make. I have a rather intense attraction to someone else and I don’t know what to do about it.

Drape raised an eyebrow, Dumbsford went on-

You see, I met this guy, his name is Midnight Tycoon, Coon for short…and he has like…the best ass…and I don’t know how to feel about it because im really attracted to him. Im afraid of these feelings…

He trailed off. Drape just stood there, stunned. After a moment she collected her thoughts and spoke again.

When we married, we agreed that this would be a partnership. Perhaps we could try something that may alleviate your worries.

Dumbsford had a quizzical expression on his face, Drape went on…

What if we…had a threesome with him, with Coon. Maybe it will help you sort out your feelings and it could be a sexual experience for the both of us to share?

Dumbsford sighed, relieved-

Babe Im so happy to hear you say that!! I would love to share an experience with you like that. I will contact him and set up the whole thing. I love you baby. I promise I will never keep anything from you, ever again.

::Que a night of passionate lovemaking::

Dumbsford thumbed through modmail and found Coon. “Sigh…” he messaged him with his rather interesting proposal-

Hey man do you wanna meet up for a threesome with my wife? She’s no longer a dick girl, she’s just a girl if that’s cool.

He was on pins and needles waiting for a reply. Any reply. He figured Coon would say no, he’s not into dickless women. 15 minutes later, he received a reply-

Sure man, when? Let me know. I’m down to test out the new vag if that’s cool.

Elated, Dumbsford replied-

Fucking awesome! How about tonight? Also, I’m a top so…how is that gonna work for you?

He wanted so bad to get into dat ass.

Sure man, I’ll bottom or whatever. I don’t really care.

Oh hell yes...

Cool, see you tonight!!

Dumbsford jumped up and screamed, then told Drape the news-

You better wear your best tonight!! And that vag better be clean and pristine!!

Coon wasn’t nervous as he stepped up to the porch of Dumbsford’s rickety old trailer home. He did this a thousand times before. “The ass always gets the threesome invites…works like a charm.”

He rung the bell, and a moment later the most beautiful goddess opened the door-

Welcome! I’m Drape! Come in

She hugged him and ushered him into the trailer, which Coon couldn’t help but notice smelled vaguely of mashed potatoes and cheap wine.

Would you like a glass of strawberry schnapps? Got it at the Rite-Aid down the street.

Sure, thanks!

He gulped down the whole glass and asked for another; then ended up drinking an entire bottle in 5 minutes. Drape sat close to Coon, stroking his leg-

Dumbsford will be down in a minute, he’s just shaving his balls. They get pretty tangled if he doesn’t shave them often enough. We could ….get started if you like?

Yeah I’m down for whatever!

Coon slammed down the empty schnapps bottle and grabbed Drape’s hair, yanking it down while kissing her lips. He whispered-

I may be Dumbsford’s bottom tonight, but Im gonna make you my bitch.

Drape giggled and unzipped Coon’s pants to reveal a massive hard on. Coon shoved her mouth onto his cock and stared straight ahead, locking eyes with Dumbsford as he came down the hallway. Dumbsford rubbed his growing pecker-

I see you met my wife! I hope shes treating you well

Coon kept his hand steadily wrapped around Drape’s hair as she gagged and slobbered

Oh she’s an amazing hostess

Dumbsford leaned down, grabbing his neck and kissed Coon, who passionately kissed him right back.

He dug his pecker out and shoved it in Coon’s mouth. The three of them in a tangle of dominance, Drape getting her pussy fingered by Coon while she choked on his cock; Coon sucking and slobbering on Dumbsford’s pecker.

Dumbsford moved away and grabbed Coon, positioning his ass in the most perfect way. See, he was waiting for this very moment. It was almost too much for him. It was too powerful, too amazing. It overtook him-- so he lost his hard-on in the process. Drape was underneath Coon, busily sucking on his nuts so she was no help there. “Ah shit…”

He grabbed some lube and started fingering Coon’s ass, something to stimulate him again. He looked down, and to his dismay, there was cum all over Drape’s tits.

Dumbsford came from all of the excitement.

He back away and began furiously jerking off while watching the passionate scene that was happening before him. Coon moved Drape up to the couch and on her back, legs in the air. He slipped his cock in, and Drape screamed.

“She never…screamed that way for me?” Drape thought. He kept pumping his soft little dick, willing it to grow.

Coon moved Drape’s legs up to her ears and spit on her pussy, then slipped his cock in and out, teasing her. Dumbsford was internally driven wild by the scene, but his dick would not respond, no matter how he felt. It was just too hot for him.

Dumbsford gave up and sat down, pulling his robe up and continued watching the scene. Coon must have had a lot of experience because he did things to Drape that Dumbsford didn’t even understand. He bent her over and froggy styled the shit out of her. Then he propped her up against the couch and jackhammered her. Drape loved every minute of it, she went wild. Screaming and thrashing, wetness and lube dripping all over her, until Coon yelled-

Where should I cum you little whore??!

INSIDE OF ME!! NO, ON MY TITS!!

Coon pulled out and came all over Drapes massive tits. It was a ridiculous amount of cum, probably enough for 2 or 3 men. Drape lapped it up and swallowed as much as she could.

Coon got up after a few minutes and walked over to Dumbsford-

Hey man, everything cool? We cool?

Yeah we’re cool

Wanna try again soon? Maybe take it slow or whatever?

Yeah…

Coon left. Dumbsford sat there, staring at his wife. He walked over, kissed her lightly on the lips-

Goodnight, Whore.

What do you think of this babe? Too pink?

Drape held out a tight, short pink bodycon against her body

Are my boobs too big for this? I don’t wanna look trashy

Dumbsford smirked

Babe…honestly with all the surgery you’ve been through, I wouldn’t care if you looked trashy. You look amazing and you deserve to be the belle of the ball!

Drape spent the last year obtaining sexual reassignment surgery so that she could realize her true self. Dumbsford foot every cent of the costly bill and was by her side through every nip and tuck, through all of the post surgical care. Drape even vomited all over his chest (but he liked that).

Today after a year of costly surgeries and lots of shopping, Drape was finally going to meet Dumbsford’s horrible friends. What he didn’t know was that Dumbsford had a ring in his pocket that he was saving for this day. He always knew from the second he screwed Drape’s hairy butthole that he was going to marry her.

Drape spent the rest of the day fixing her long hair, applying makeup with lots of contour, and making sure her new tits fit right in her dress. She looked amazing and nothing could stop her from feeling fabulous and fierce!!

Drape and Dumbsford arrived to a house off the beaten path, in a shitty part of the trashiest whitest part of town.

Oh my GOD!! What a beautiful home!!

Drape had never seen anything more beautiful in her life, she had a twinkle in her eye just staring at the home. As they pulled up, a couple of dudes in wife beaters drinking PBRs walked up and peered inside the truck. One of them grinned

You ain’t got any a them there niggers hidden in your car, doo ya?

Dumbsford busted out laughing

NOT UNLESS THEY’RE ALREADY LYNCHED!!!

Dumbsford got out of the car and gave him a bear hug. Drape was still sitting in the car, kind of feeling left out of the racist antics. She slowly took a breath and got out of the car, making sure to show a little crotch as she got out because she read that’s what women do when they leave their cars.

She walked around the other side of the car and meekly stood next to Dumbsford, waiting to be introduced

Dumbsford looked over and noticed Drape. He put his arm around her and pulled her close—

And this little lady is my girlfriend, Drape! Drape…this is Jaxson

Drape goes in out of habit for a manly handshake; Jaxson pulled her by the hips and kissed her on the lips—

Oh my!

Don’t worry little lady, us white trash folk always share ::looks over at Dumbsford with a grin::

Drape stammered-

So what are the activities today? I heard we’re going to a festival…?

A Rally!

Dumbsford held her closer

This is her first rally

Ahhh I see..well don’t worry little lady!! All you need is a PBR in one hand and a bible in the other! We already got the truck loaded up with shotguns and were ready to get down there if you’re ready

Drape was remembering something about women…

First I have to pee!! You know us women, always peeing ::giggles::

They arrived at the rally with Jaxson and a few of his other friends; Journey, Brayden, and Christian. Braydon kept trying to feel Drape up as they were all squished in the back of the truck. She isn’t that kind of girl, now!

The rally itself was ok. Most of Dumbsford’s friends did all of the yelling and chanting. Christian threw half a can of PBR at a black woman and Dumbsford took a confederate flag and wrapped it around Drape, kissing her. It was more of a gay tailgate more than anything, a lot of white trash cousins fondling and screwing in port-a-potties.

Later in the evening the music and bonfires started blasting. Once Dumbsford heard the starting chords of Bawitdaba, he knew it was the perfect vibe to ask Drape, here in front of all of this human trash, to marry him. Would she? He didn’t know….Dumbsford did pay for all of her surgery…surely he owned her pussy now, right? Doesn’t that entitle him to ownership rights?

Drape was sitting on a foldout chair, sipping her 10th flat PBR, wrapped in the confederate flag. Dumbsford’s friends were all busy jamming, burning random people’s property, yelling at black passersby, and just generally being scumbags. He gestured to them-

Hey, come this way boys! Im gonna do it!

Jaxson walked up. Then the rest of the them put down what they were doing, grabbed their PBRs, and stood around.

Are we tailgatin’ yer proposal? Hehe

Yeah so just ACT COOL! Like that time we drug a nigger up the road and got stopped then told the cops he was tryin’a steal our car and hooked himself on to it.

::round of giggles::

Dumbford stepped closer to Drape, and took a moment to really drink in her beauty

He took Drape’s hand, startling her as she was dehydrated and drunk-

Drape…we’ve been together for a year now. I paid for all of your surgeries which kind of leaves me obligated to do this since I paid for a product…I love you!

Huh?

Drape was ripped.

What I mean to say is….well—

Jaxson was tired of listening to Dumbsford act like a little bitch so he stepped in-

What he means to tell YOU is that you IS gonna marry ‘im

Dumbsford!! Is this true? Do you really want me…forever??

He was red with embarrassment

Yeah that’s what Im tryna say

Jaxson was getting annoyed, there was more shit that needed to be burned

Well? IS you or AIN’T you???

YESSSS!!! Of course you amazing, disgusting excuse for not getting an abortion!!! I want you forever!!

Drape leapt into Dumbsford’s arms, Dumbsford picked her up and took her to the nearest port-a-potty. All of his friends stood outside and watched as Dumbsford bent drape over a dirty toilet and rammed his pulsating 2 inch cock down her pussy. All the dudes chuckled and threw PBRs at them until Dumbsford came on Drape’s back and turned around and chased his friends. They eventually made it into a mudpile and wrestled like pigs.

Drape was left standing over a toilet, with Braydon being the one staying behind to sip his PBR and stare at Drape with hungry eyes. He unbuckled

Oh its ALL in da family naa!

He put his beer up and rammed it into Drape, who squealed like a pig.

"That is not cis which can eternal cry,

And with strange aeons even gender may die."

-Kbrooks, Feminomicon

It was during that bleak winter of '22 that Dan, an old acquaintance of mine from years past, came knocking at my door during a particularly heinous blizzard.  He stood at my doorstep, disheveled and beset with the appearance of a tormented man that had witnessed things that men were never meant to see.  He came to me not as I knew him, for Dan, in years past, had possessed a jovial and well-mannered temperament characterized by a jocular demeanor.  I invited him into the safety of my home and directed him to the hearth to recuperate from the chilly gales of the wintertide tempest.  It was then he related a tale so ghastly that it was scarcely believable; only years of  trolling alongside him on social media and my personal knowledge of his sharp and skeptical mind earned him the suspension of my disbelief.


Our friendship and shared history began on an old website that was, at the time, well-traveled and known to most men familiar with the Internet--Reddit.  We had long trolled and shitlorded with much vigor until the forum fell out of general favor among respectable folk.  It was by now but a mere memory that had been left undisturbed, but Dan revealed to me that he had come across a lost copy of the abominable *Feminomicon* authored by the mad nigger Kbrooks, and in the few passages of that cruel codex that his brain had permitted him to (under much strain) comprehend, he read of strange and wondrous horrors lost in the deep, underneath Reddit's ruins.  Always curious, often foolhardy, he returned to the old website to investigate the morbid depths of  Reddit's remains. He, however, maintained that his return was not wholly of his own will.  He was possessed by some other agency, he insisted, that drove him to return to that place of biographical significance.  In his own words, “I was merely an observer of my own actions—I could only but watch my fingers type on the keyboard, independently of any conscious effort of my own.”


Once back at the site of shenanigans long past, he searched for what remained of its once-vibrant metasphere.  Naught but strange ideology remained, long festering; with ideas so disturbing, Dan claimed, it would be unbearable to recall their nuances and immoral to inflict them on a mind blessed with ignorance of their particulars.  “I could but hardly hold my own wits about me when I was confronted with daemonic declarations, Goatsac,” he told me, “and despite your own brilliance, I fear that you do not have the mental fortitude to internalize such depravity and remain in sound mind.”  I had protested, of course, but he refused to provide the slightest hint of the contents of that loathsome ideology.  He continued his tale, wandering aimlessly from subreddit to subreddit, thought he knew not what it was he was searching for.  He described to me a bas-relief with depicting something that which was not quite man and apparently alien to our planet, surrounded by what would only be some tribe of overweight men prostrating in front of the being, tipping strange hats on their head toward the beast at an apparent sign of deference.  Although humanoid in form, he said, the alien creature was much rounder than a human with a strange protrusion from its top that terminated in a sphere of unknown utility.  Inscribed at its base was simply “Snoothulhu,” apparently the name of the god worshiped by this savage tribe.


Dan started to become more agitated and paranoid as he began recalling what he stumbled upon after.  I prodded him to continue, and he did so after I returned with a can of Four Lokos to calm his nerves.  He described a subreddit he had never seen before, with a name he could not recall, as his mind had apparently already purged the offending appellation to preserve his sanity.  He had reached his unknown destination, and there he witnessed things so foul that words could do no justice to describe.  He shuddered and did his best to verbalize the perversion that malign forces exposed to him.


He spoke of a man dressed as a woman with a rather hideous countenance.  Between his legs he bore a miserable example of human male genitalia, something stunted and misshapen and clearly the product of the mixing of incestuous and degenerate bloodlines.  This creature, manipulating its pathetic member with its hands, was approached by a young and rather submissive male of an equally obnoxious appearance.  The two conversed in a rather animated fashion, and it was in this exchange that Dan learned the names of both; “LIATG,” the cross-dresser, and “MeowingCows," the less dominant male.    Dan, still unnoticed by the two abominations, watched in horror as their tête-à-tête transformed into a perverse scene that by the reality of its performance mocked and debased human sexuality.  MeowingCows lowered down to his hands and knees and raised his butt in the air, revealing an unwashed and slightly gaping anal sphincter surrounded by fecal matter both long dried and rather fresh.  An odor anathema to the well-being of living creatures assaulted the surrounding air, evoking a sudden nausea and subsequently Dan's gag reflexes.  LIATG stuck a buttplug with a piggy-tail end into his quivering and pulsating butthole, ending the stench's reign of the room.  LIATG's penis, expanded to two inches and as big as it was ever going to get, penetrated MeowingCows's lips and entered his mouth.  MeowingCows fixated on that mockery of manhood, stimulating the disgusting nub with his lips and tongue, until LIATG loudly groaned and then fell silent.  


Only moments after LIATG's climax did Dan notice an odd disturbance at MeowingCows's ass.  At first he naturally assumed that he was witnessing a bowel movement, and although true, MeowingCows evacuated a very different kind of shit.  On the floor of the room were not two individuals in some obscene ritual and one observing, but four in total, as now there was also a woman bearing misshapen and asymmetrical breasts and other repulsive features.  She was half kike and half spic, and thus in possession of the qualities of both greed and sloth.  Centered on her slightly swarthy face was a hideous protuberance of a schnozz; the sight of her could only evoke some distant impression of mariachi under a lazy midday desert sun at a bar-mitzvah.  Still naked and covered with a film of MeowingCows's anal mucous, she introduced herself as HonorYourBeetus.  Dan fought to retain the contents of his stomach as he described a horrible, fishy stench akin to rotting cod emanating from her woman's organ.   LIATG and MeowingCows both smiled wickedly, working in tandem as HonorYourBeetus calmly lied down. MeowingCows inserted his flabby fingers into HonorYourBeetus's rectum and stretched her asshole wide enough for LIATG to happily vomit into.  HonorYourBeetus giggled girlishly from the resulting sensation, and MeowingCows then himself lied down while HonorYourBeetus straddled MeowingCows's face and proceeded to release a shit-vomit concoction into his greedy and waiting mouth.  


It was at this point that Dan insisted that he could tell no more, for any further recollection, he said, would be too “triggering."  I argued with him, and then attempted reason: if he could fully disclose to me those horrid events accurately and in full, then some means of dealing with these wretched cretins may be ascertained.  He remained stubborn in spite of this honest and salient point, and it was only after further bribing him a makeshift truth serum of more Four Lokos spiked with Viagra did he continue.  LIATG, Dan said, began fisting both HonorYourBeetus and MeowingCows, dilating their sphincters to impossible circumferences.  HonorYourBeetus moaned and belched in pleasure while MeowingCows squawked like the sad little autist beta male he was.  This was too much for the both of them.  MeowingCows emitted a shrill sound, presumably from an unspeakable form of pleasure, as his smegma-rimmed cock squirted a few drops of his corrupt and yellowed seed onto the floor below.  Immediately following this was a sudden and inexplicable eruption of a bloody fecal mess from her vagina that Dan speculated was not at all a product of bowels but of a rancid and corrupted womb.  The two cretins's bodily products, combined, reacted in a way that stretched any sort of plausibility--Dan described the mess as coming together and rising to human height forming into some despicable approximation of person.   Nothing in Dan's face or body language hinted to me any sort of chicanery, for no man of sound emotional state could give off an air of such gravity and disturbance, and so my natural skepticism continued abated.  His voice began to quiver and he tensed up describing with equal parts horror, disgust, and awe the product of their ritual of sodomy, for the mass was now a shit homunculus revolting to all of the human senses.  Dan told me that he knew of no words that could do justice to the creature's terrifyingly ugliness. Its face seemed to adhere to laws and forces foreign to our reality and any sort of science currently known to man, consisting of strange, non-euclidean angles that evaded representation in human consciousness.  Now completely wild and delirious, Dan suddenly began screaming at me,  “IT CALLED ITSELF HARRIETPOTTER, IT CALLED ITSELF HARRIETPOTTER!”  He started convulsing and foaming at the mouth, screeching and hysterical; “IT CALLED ITSELF HARRIETPOTTER, THEN THEY ALL TURNED AND LOOKED AT ME, AND THAT'S ALL, THAT'S ALL I REMEMBER.”  He passed out, but not before sputtering out one last plea: 

"Go...go get him, Goatsac... go.. go summon..."  And then he fell silent.  But nothing more needed to be said.  I understood.  I needed to find that living, awesome weapon that is Drapetomania.

end of part 1

Drape and Dumbsford have had the most exhilarating last few weeks just lazying in bed together, going to Sunday brunch, having the most fantastic sex known to man.

Dumbsford stroked Drape’s greasy hair as they snuggled

This man, he’s my little nigger hater. He’s my everything! I couldn’t imagine losing him now

He looked down at Drape

Babe? Do you want to meet my nasty bigoted friends?

Drape hesitated...

Uhmm…

Drape wasn’t sure how to answer this…it was a serious thing to meet a man’s shitty friends! Would they accept him? Accept them?

I would love to meet those assholes, but would they have a problem that we’re together? In love?

Dumbsford gave him a quizzical look-

No!! we’re all secretly gay, thought you knew that about white supremacists?

Drape let out a sigh and a chuckle

Oh dear God YES I wanna meet them!!

Before Drape could meet any of Dumbsford’s gay black-hating friends; he needed to come totally clean with him about some very serious things he’d been holding back.

How can I approach this?

He thought…

I know! Post to /Relationships!

::20 minutes later::

And posted!

The post read:

Me(2?M) with my boyfriend(3?M). He doesn’t know that I’m a woman living in a man’s body and now he wants to introduce me to all of his gay KKK buddies. How do I tell him the truth before we go any further?

Dumbsford was on the shitter thumbing through his phone, trolling on Reddit as always, when he saw something interesting on the front page-

Me(2?M) with my boyfriend(3?M). He doesn’t know that I’m a woman living in a man’s body and now he wants to introduce me to all of his gay KKK buddies. How do I tell him the truth before we go any further?

Oh SHIT

He splashed a turd as he realized who wrote the throwaway post.

I mean it’s not like “Gay4KKKMan” is hard to get!! Who the hell else could it be?? Ugh…

He pulled his pants up without wiping, deciding to walk over to Drape who was in the other goddamn room, and talk to him….fucking communicate.

Drape is this shit you??!

He bit his lip, bashful

Yeah it was me…

Why would you keep this from me? I thought you loved me!

I do!--

So why didn’t you trust me? Trust me to ::scans post:: tell me that you wanted a sex change? That you feel more like a woman every day that we’re together? That you never felt like you had any real balls??

Im sorry…I just wasn’t sure.

Well baby, before you meet any of my friends, we’re gonna get you that sex change. You're gonna go to your first KKK rally looking like the real woman you are!

Oh Babe!!

Drape squealed and jumped into his arms. They had the most passionate sex ever that day. Dumbsford pounded her from the front, looked her in the eyes, and whispered sweet nothings until he came all over her hairy man tits.

The Ballad of Drape and Dumbsford

Drape bit his lip. He couldn’t stop thinking about Dumbsford and that amazing, 100% white ass. He covered his boner and smirked. Dumbsford looked over, seemingly unaware of what was going through Drape’s mind.

Dumbsford’s mind was racing. “I wonder if he even thinks of me…” he couldn’t help but notice Drapes giggly belly, with its matted dark hair and white, pasty skin. “You know he wouldn’t kick a white supremacist outta bed..” Dumbsford chuckled quietly.

Drape looked over at Dumbsford. “He would never go for me. I have a black girlfriend…” they were sitting together shooting the shit on reddit, trolling unsuspecting users and basically being wastes of life. “what if I posted over one /relationships or /sex and figured this one out?” he thought.

Dumbsford thumbed through his phone, trying hard to keep his mind off of Drape’s giggly chin. Several moments later he saw a post on /Sex;

Me (waste of life) with my friend (another piece of human trash). I have feelings for him and I want to seduce him, but I don’t know how…

Dumbsford read the rest of the post and began to wonder if maybe it was about him? There were defidently some similarities to his own situation. He and his crush are both trollish pieces of shit; He and Drape are both disgusting examples of why abortion needs to remain legal. “Is he talking about me? Is this Drape?” he thought. Dumbsford resolved to see if it was so, and he immediately posted a non-trollish comment;

Maybe you should just be honest about how you feel? Fucking shit you idiot!!!

Well, as non-trollish as is possible.

Drape was nervous about submitting the post but got some interesting replies. One really flew out at him-

Maybe you should just be honest about how you feel? Fucking shit you idiot!!!

Maybe this commenter was right? I mean what did Drape have to lose by admitting to him that he was madly in lust for his cracker redneck face? That he wanted to suck his balls? What would Dumbsford do? Invite him to a KKK rally? “I would go, too..for him…”

Drape looked up from his laptop and found Dumbsford staring at him with moist lips

Dumbsford…I…

You don’t have to say anything you fucking faggot!!!

And with that, Dumbsford leapt into Drapes arms and began caressing his balls while slipping his tongue into his cheeto-tasting mouth. Drape squeezed Dumbsford’s ass, digging his nails into it with intensity. Dumbsford kissed his ear and whispered

Don’t ever let me go you nigger loving piece of shit

Drape dropped to his knees and gave Dumbsford a long, sensual blowjob while Dumbsford massaged his head. Then Dumbsford turned Drape around and lovingly plunged his tiny little penis into Drapes hairy ass. Drape squealed like a pig in excitement. When Dumbsford got close to coming, Drape screamed

Let me eat it!!! I need that cracker cum!!

And instantly Dumbsfords little pecker was in Drape’s mouth, pumping away, leaving his mouth and face full of jizz.

They cuddled together, interlocking their fingers. Dumbsford looked over at Drape and with tears in his eyes--

You better be coming with me to all my KKK rallies…because you’re mine now

Always….I’m always yours to use..you disgusting candidate for abortion

I'm a PhD candidate researching the Japanese subculture of Boys' Love, which is similar to slash but usually takes the form of manga and sometimes anime. I am curious to know if there are also graphic stories in Western slash fiction, because so far I have only encountered text-based stories. Thanks for reading!

###Context <Sems> i think I'm just going to start removing posts and leaving the comment "Removed. Please read the sidebar" <Sems> because ugh <Grickit> Sems: RES macros <Sems> i have those <MillenniumFalc0n> toolbox removal reasons <MillenniumFalc0n> get out of here Grickit <Grickit> MillenniumFalc0n: why do I have to get out? q_q <MillenniumFalc0n> for suggesting res macros instead of toolbox reasons <Grickit> I should like... learn this toolbox thing. <Grickit> Everyone's always talking about it and I'm in their IRC. <Grickit> I'm only in their IRC for the possibility - the slim chance - of seeing greenduch and aperson interact. <Grickit> I ship them. <Grickit> In a bar late at night complaining about reddit.

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<Grickit> They both get home from work
<Grickit> boot up their computers
<Grickit> connect to the IRC bouncers
<Grickit> hey people I wasn't talking to anyway
<Grickit> just signed on to let you know I'm going to the bar
<Grickit> then they bike to the bar; the same bar
<Grickit> greenduch notices the snoo on aperson's shirt and scoffs
<Grickit> he says no no, I'm one of the good ones
<Grickit> "There are no good ones."
<Grickit> "I know. :("
<Grickit> her expression softens then
<Grickit> she sees in his eyes the same hopelessness she sees when she looks in the mirror
<Grickit> the endless struggle
<Grickit> then hours later it's closing time
<Grickit> they didn't even notice the time go by