Worst Nightmares
My, my! The futanari devil wife, at my door! She even told me she was bringing me ice cream! She was not even wearing her favorite fur coat! *glare* She was wearing her less-than-iridescent silver dress! It showed nothing to the imagination! Can all devil's do that!? I was *glare* in less than an instant and she told me her Felyne cousin, my cousin-in-law, was coming over for breakfast and delighted by my looks! I told her to be oh bitch please and back off the pussy-puss from coming over! She said she had to arrive. I said *glare* and when he does, is he gonna leave, too? She told me that was quite the normal attire. I said my butt-showing attire was my patootey and not my rude misdelight! I had this demeanor like I still hadn't but didn't wanna make love to my wife! She said she was not ready to lay me by my bed side. I told her she wasn't that kinda unusual, but she said she was two times ready to let that shit fly! I had my way done in. She had her asshole puckered up! And I ate her lovingly as her Felyne cousin, my cousin-in-law, came over! She really is a Devil! Not the devil! I used both terms and said he needed to go on home, ya'll hear me, ya pardner? He was let out the door and I was super happy to be free of that wet mess! He was the cutest, you know? But he left like he was applesauce in the desert! On the edge of a cloud! He was trying too hard not to breathe me in! But I was the stinky sourpuss, not that turdy-something odd ladder chaser! He was still in Japan, he thought. This is Egypt! I don't speak Egyptian, baby! I speak Arabic! He was out the door in a second and I was in a jamboree of realtor stress di-di-do-haa! I said that he could spirit ball himself into a fist and knock himself out, but he wouldn't let me slide, no way to the right, five time less than he wanted a Mockball Cocktail and I said, well, that's sure to fail! Because he was not the first one or the last out, he was 5x5 times less useful than a dick in the oven. He said this Discard thingy was my fault. He said he was not my friend anymore, *because* of these kinds of shenanigans. He said his tail and ears hurt and he needed a kiss on the nose. He said he was wearing the no pants in the relationship, but he was defeated, and sat on the couch, relaxing all by his fairy-tale lonesome. He told me he was fine and dandy right there. I got me a koolaid bottle of Capri-Sun and drank it before he told me he wanted no part of the Gatchapon-Rockanon and I said really hun? And he said no way Jose, that's the last thing on that little *glare* so you ain't getting laid tonight? I said he was my family, once again, and he said this broheimity, was the calamity that met Jane! I left and said I was getting some poontang tonight! But he said it did not even matter one iota-brit. I said, matey, climb aboard! And let's go to Samoa! 'Cuz I ain't a cookie he should be messin' with! I did my little dance and out of pocket handed him no sense in trying, 'cuz I ain't a-lying, two five one bills! He said they can't be used in Gatchapon. I said walk ya little ass to the store and donate it to the Bitcoin biter because that way you can convert it into cash online and I ain't that tired! You little fucker with the asshole like a cute banana! He said he bit the big one and it worked so what. He had more gatchapon madness. I played mine, he played his, he was back *not* *glare* on the Discorand oh the belated worry. He said his tie was unset. I was seating myself in the back rooms once again as the little misfit said he was *glare*ly obviously looking for something wet like a nibble! I said he needed to leave. He said he was not going anywhere. He said she, and she said her, and then he was on his knees, begging me please for gatchapon weaponry, but then he said no, and he said bro, and I said no high-five ten I am done with that. I returned to my wife, who was no longer in the same suprapoison, and we made love. She had me down on the asshole bend and I even squeed my little panties off as she supplanted me nice but timely, and *glare* did that ever rock her socks and half a quidditch ticker did she later know me baby, like it was shortened and in the tribe he was in? He said he was *glare*-fail not quite that reliable in the utility closet. I said he needed to be more hungry, and open up to me about filling his woes with the sugar-sweet puffs, not the sour moses juices of his other *glare* friends. He said there weren't that many Felynes, nor not-my-cousins-but-my-cousin-in-laws, in Japan. He had to come here to see his cousin, who was around. She said she was not feeling that fresh. He talked to her and they were high and morpager. I said be less amity catstebelle, but they said let's go to Paprika, so we went a-sailing fast. Cat-boy and the lamp shade walked into the cat's toy factory with me. I had no idea what was in the store!
He said his gatchapon was still more moneysome than his mindfullness. I said, shotgun, hit the pony! He was retarded. I said don't be retarded honey, be less macho! Then we collided. In the store bin!